An Ode To Masks

For eight months I've been wearing
this piece of fabric covering.
Like the darkness of a total eclipse
This world feels like an apocalypse

We live through this new routine
with some staying inside in quarantine
As we try to avoid the unseen
Lurking around this apocalyptic scene

This piece of fabric covering
Seems to have a different meaning
to each individual who is wearing
or not wearing, with their own reasoning

Some wear it as an armour
bravely out in the frontline.
Though fear makes their hearts murmur
as they hopelessly wait for cases to decline

Some wear it as a sign of respect
to not spread and get
what they cannot detect
since everyone can be a threat

Some see it as an oppression
to their freedom of expression
"My body my choice" they said
as another coffin goes down to be laid

Some see it as a symbol of greed
in empty shelves and exorbitant prices
Has lack of empathy became your creed
in this already tiring crisis?

I see it as a symbol of hope
as we keep balance and stride
on this high hanging rope,
trying to safely cross over to the other side

In the year of twenty twenty
this piece of fabric covering
that many of us have been wearing
has become a symbol of humanity

A symbol of persistence
and relenting perseverance
as we watch the sand in the hourglass
waiting for the brutal storm to pass

A symbol of ignorance
and baseless indifference
in the cacophony of self-made truths
and allegations with baseless proofs

For eight months I've been wearing
this piece of fabric covering.
As we pass through this storm bravely
until we can take it off safely.

An ode to masks. What a year 2020 has been huh. Uploading for history hah.