Every " ending " has a new beginning... COVID-19 hijacked my 2020 vision. Doubt silenced the explosive dreams (in my belly) with a sporadic, Diabetic comatose oblivion. Racism robbed every radical hair of optimism from the roots of my graying head. Most days, the alarm clock was the only morning reminder of the faint pulse that surprisingly existed after the reservoir of sorrows dried up from the night before. I had been suffocating under the collapsed bridges of failed attempts. I had been forced into a shelter of introverted isolation. I had been confined by self-imposed limitations. Somehow, " answered prayers " resembled unopened mail, postmarked, " return to sender ." My " hands " kept coming up short! Days became nights. Nights became prisons. Real became fake. Love became hate. When I discreetly unveiled " daily vulnerabilities" from underneath the protective mask of the COVID madn...