The calendar
claimed Spring,
the time
of beautiful
blossoms
But behind
my mask,
I felt not
the warmth
of the sunshine,
only cold,
lonely isolation
Fear
sprinkled
like rain
upon my
branches
I held
my breath,
defying osmosis,
unwilling to let
the water droplets
enter my roots
One day
I hoped
my blossoms
would return
One day
I hoped
to breathe
again
16 Apr 2020
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