Look beyond my mask into my eyes. Do you see me?
Look at what my eyes are saying …
I am scared,
I am lonely,
I am hurting,
I am hungry,
I am homeless.
I am strong,
I am hopeful,
I am proud,
I am blessed,
I am your neighbor.
I am reaching out to you.
My invisible touch
Seeks the connection
That unites us as community.
Look deep into my eyes and you will see
The message I have written on my heart:
Dear friends, I love you.
Love me back.
Author Bio:
This poem was written as a response to viewing portraits of people on the streets of Winston-Salem wearing masks to protect them from COVID-19.
Judie Holcomb-Pack wrote her first poem when she was 10 years old. Although she doesn’t consider herself a poet as she prefers short story or nonfiction prose, she writes poems when she experiences feelings that must be expressed in poetry. She is the associate editor of a weekly newspaper for the African American community where she lives. She is a board member of Winston-Salem Writers.
Look at what my eyes are saying …
I am scared,
I am lonely,
I am hurting,
I am hungry,
I am homeless.
I am strong,
I am hopeful,
I am proud,
I am blessed,
I am your neighbor.
I am reaching out to you.
My invisible touch
Seeks the connection
That unites us as community.
Look deep into my eyes and you will see
The message I have written on my heart:
Dear friends, I love you.
Love me back.
Author Bio:
This poem was written as a response to viewing portraits of people on the streets of Winston-Salem wearing masks to protect them from COVID-19.
Judie Holcomb-Pack wrote her first poem when she was 10 years old. Although she doesn’t consider herself a poet as she prefers short story or nonfiction prose, she writes poems when she experiences feelings that must be expressed in poetry. She is the associate editor of a weekly newspaper for the African American community where she lives. She is a board member of Winston-Salem Writers.
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