Lungs, give me time
To say I’m sorry.
To my parents who will grieve for me
To my children who will suffer for me
To any children who might have been if they had had the chance of life.
To my friends whose life I changed for the worst.
To my mind
Tortured beyond endurance
Trapped in my helpless, weak dependency on others.
And all for….
An idea that I would look stupid
An idea that I was invincible
An idea that I was strong amongst the weak and the compliant.
An idea that a mask was unnecessary for me
I didn’t think of the others
2020 Lorrine A Graham