This moment in time, this forced halt, this unchanging red light is forcing time for self reflection. A preverbal look into the mirror of me.

Previous to this juncture, self reflection could be bypassed by numerous vices. It could be scheduled around, ignored, or attended to by a masked attendee. For countless hours upon countless hours, the haunting bellow from the mirror of self could be distorted by whichever distraction selected. Ignore what is. Portray what isn’t.

But now…the distractions are dwindling. As the days of social solitude progress, the mask of ignorance becomes more difficult to wear. Fewer and fewer implements available as means of escape. As the boundaries become smaller, the bellow becomes unable to be muted.

The mirror needs to be heard. If it were, hard questions would be asked. Terrifying answers might be exposed. Healing could begin. Healing for our souls. The souls we try to cover and appease. The souls that desire to blossom and thrive.