Liberosis

Like going out alone at night

without wearing any gloves and masks

during this pandemic era

when infection cases are sky high.

Like feeling indifferent

when the one you love

chooses another man or woman

over you, as if you’re not enough.

Yeah, so what?

Why do I have to cry

over my limited moving space?

I still keep my job.

There are people I don’t have to face.

I’m not going to die

just because he doesn’t love me.

It still stings like a bitch

and I won’t lie,

but it doesn’t have to be

such a tragedy.

Like feeling cold to the touch

that you may find me wicked.

My armour and shield?

They keep me protected.

Like looking at your enemy

as if they’re nothing

but irrelevant distractions.

Why worry?

Remove them and you’re free.

Really.

It’s a matter of how you want it to be.

R.