She never thought the day would come
That the doors would have to be shut
Keeping her from doing what she loves
But it’s crazy times just now
What she does isn’t deemed “essential”
And she knows damn well it’s not quite true
That’s just like beauty
In the eye of the beholder
Crazy to believe it anyways
But she aches to touch
Aches to be touched
Misses the music and the lyrics
The good vibes
The scent of coconut oil on her hands
The feel of another person’s skin
She misses the pulse she feels, the rise and fall of breath
She longs to be needed,to fill the void
To step up and press down
Give her all and get more
It’s crazy how she knows
What to do and when and where to go
But right now
These crazy times
Are keeping her
From doing what she loves
So she’ll make do
In other ways
Hold her breath
Find the treasures
On the ragged edges
And make it through
These crazy times
Until she can do what she was born to do.
👣🧡 Jeanna’ Mead
3.31.20. 6 46 a.m
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