Me, retrieved

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.