Everyone seems to crave
that return to normalcy.
But what does that even look like anymore?
I’ve been wearing masks
before the CDC recommended it.
Mine just happen to look like smiles.
Anxiety is my social distancing.
Depression, my quarantine.
So that abnormal that you
are so desperately trying
to get away from?
That’s my everyday.
There’s no return to normal
for people like me.
I can relate to this poem very well. I love the line “Anxiety is my social distancing. Depression, my quarantine”. That is often my normal. Thanks for writing this and sharing