Behind a Mask

Ben Harstine, M4, Class of 2021

I speak behind a mask.

I smile with my eyes.

You nod and smile back.

I see it, I surmise.

I need the personal touch,

instead I keep my space.

You need relational warmth

instead of another blue face.

This mask may keep me safe,

or it may be iatrogenic.

My soul lacks connection –

No wonder many have depression.

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