May 27

Day Seventy May 23: Freedom Write

Poems pile up along with every pain in my body.
An eyesore they say,
the state of my mentality.

Everyday i pour my water to the plants
springing up in my journals.

At night:
thoughts wiggle through the cracks
where darkness should be unfolding
in the sleepless black.

Sleeplessness is my diagnosis.

We are are guests.
Participants in a world
no longer willing to host.

Mother Earth has sent you a private message.

Corona has disabled chatbox.

Corona has disabled screen share.

Corona has disabled video.

Corona has muted participants.

Corona has ended meeting for all.

About the Author: fire girl
" to choose to write is to reject silence" - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie