Rain softly dances on the window pane.
Troubled thoughts skid across my mind.
The light is too bright.
This chair is no longer comfortable.
I wish I could go outside
And be in the world without a mask,
Without thinking too much…

The rain is a nice distraction from serious thought
Until I remember that not too far from here,
Neighborhoods are flooding.
The thoughts racing across my mind
Seem so unnecessary now –
So many people around me are suffering horrendous things,
What right do I have to complain?
The light is too bright.
I wonder if that’s the last thing people see
When their time comes.
This chair is no longer comfortable.
Being forced to stay indoors makes my chair
Feel like a prison sometimes.
Nights like these when the world seems to be burning
Yet my own life seems to remain so mundane,
When disease and death take a toll
Yet I can still take my own life and health for granted-
I try to count my blessings,
For I have the luxury today
To tune out all the noise.