I’m Not A Surgeon

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I’m not a surgeon...but I have a surgical mask.
It hides a heavy smile, but a question that I asked
was “What does it mean to be in a quarantine scene?”
Answers were small, clean, few and far between.
I’m not a surgeon...but I have a surgical mask.
The anxiety is as sharp as an axe.
I had to put my dreams under the knife
to make a few incisions of Faith to bring them back to life.
I’m not a surgeon...but I have a surgical mask.
Somehow we were not ready for the class
because the lessons that were taught
came after the ones who fell when the virus was caught.
I’m not a surgeon...but I have a surgical mask.
I’ve seen dark thoughts and bright hopes clash
because of less security, more obscurity and social distance.
My voice will still be heard no matter the length of vocal distance.

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