Space to breathe

Space.  .  .  . to breathe

to rewrite – tattered pages, smudged from the tears that flooded my cheeks

to reach – deep within the soul that has been locked up and chained with silence

to remember – the confusion that engorged my brain with dense unsettling fog

to rest – allowing the entire earth to reset, a hibernation for humankind

to restore – hope for humanity as they re-emerge for a new kind of normal

to reconnect – taking in the scent, the sound, and the sight of everything we love

to reimagine – myself, whole and unblemished and ready for a world of tomorrows