The mask is my shield,
It’s a part of me.
It clogs me up,
And leaves my eyes to see.

I despise wearing it,
Although it’s a need.
I must move on,
Even if I want to recede.

It is my protection,
It helps me greatly
I’m still thankful
This is the way it’ll be.

David Hawley
Age 11
Rocklin, CA
May 2021