I have realised something
well, important.
That since
COVID
my comfort zone
has become
my non-comfort
zone.
I have adapted
to what did not feel
right.
I hid,
so I hide,
I lived,
so I lied
to lead myself
to a place
that asks
no hard questions.
Now, now
is the time to
get out of
that here, no
longer hearing of
my feelings,
of my voice.
What is left of the
me that sings
loudly, or
used to.
That makes
bad jokes that do
not translate
easily into
anyone’s French.
May my lips
feel the kiss
may I laugh wholly
or with a holy
kind of grace.
For I prayed yesterday.
I did.
And maybe,
who knows,
it was also for a l
ittle bit of me
to be –
with some forgotten
confidence –
retrieved.
