Waking from sleep is a strange feeling now, anxiety hits me hard
Duvet is my protector, cushioned, I am wrapped in layers reluctant to move.
Who is this person I have become, the person who lives to hide?
She is new to me, unfamiliar tactics, shy as a blushing bride.
Greek, but where is my kefi?
Soulful, but where is my rhythm?
Woman, when will you return?
Soon.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2021
She Be Fierce 