Alone They complained Alone isn’t healthy Alone isn’t the way we were meant to be For me It’s familiar But not familiar in the way a home is Familiar like the dark Known but unknown Comforting, yet unsettling In a different light My bones are lonely Built in isolation In a chamber The world looked on As I looked through the glass Vanishing In everyone’s sight
As a chronically ill and disabled writer, I felt compelled to speak on the ongoing isolation disabled folks experience thanks to reduced masking, testing, and vaccinations.
Annie Proctor is a songwriter turned social media copywriter. She has nearly five years of professional writing experience with brands…
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