Tomorrow, for the first time in months, I must wear a mask.
To deny myself before others, once again,
In an environment which unsettles me.
This wasn't the plan.
I was to be afforded the privilege given to others by birthright.
But not tomorrow.
I'm not even sure what I will do differently,
but even now, after four long months,
It feels alien.
How strange, that which once felt foreign, and bizzare,
Now feels like home.
I have to leave the warm through no real choice of my own.
So I must once again, take up the mantle, and remember the dream.
May it not become a nightmare.