Paradox

“When I am inside writing

All I can think about is how I should be outside living”

When I am thinking of breathing the air out there

All I can see is four sides of wall around me

When I try to put letters into my head,

All I can get is words of urging me to step outside

When I smile with friend through the little screen

All I can wish is to greet them with a loving hug

When I deep myself in a pool of sorrow

All I can hear is the care of my mother and my sister

“So I have learned to shape the words thank you 

with my first breath each morning, my last breath every night. 

When the last breath comes, at least I will know I was thankful 

for all the places I was so sure I was not supposed to be.”