Little one,
I know it’s scary,
This world you’ve been thrust upon,
The words you must hear,
Rushed and forced through uncertain adult mouths,
Pay no mind to the quivering in my voice,
As I instruct you time and again,
Again
And again,
On the vital importance
Of washing your hands.
Tag: poem
The New Real
My body is a liability,
I am diminished in my capacity,
As a viral assault occurs outside my door,
I am isolated by my own vessel’s vulnerability,
A contagion of which I fear to be host,
Inside my domain I am safe
Safer,
With potential hazards in every touch,
On every surface,
This is psychosis inducing phobia
to remain in such a context,
And yet here we all are,
In our mutual panic rooms,
Or out in denial of the risk,
We are unwilling hosts in waiting,
all,
Distant,
shut in,
This is the new
Real.
Unleashed
Time it now seems to tick differently,
Though the hands nor numbers have changed,
It seems faster,
More pressing,
Each tock,
For the situation is more dire now,
As if we weren’t always evading the inevitable end,
As if death is only now an option,
We are afraid of this reminder,
For now it is constant,
Encroaching like this very plague,
On all aspects of our lives,
Waking in disbelief that this is reality,
Then try to move through the day that continues to age despite you,
And everything seems a pointless distraction from the fact that this is not normal,
This hovering of fear,
Fear of contagion,
Fear of loss,
Fear of the unknowns,
Of a world held hostage by this virus.
Isolate,
Don’t congregate,
Keep the spread under–
Control has never been had,
And that is our greatest fear,
That no grip will gain hold of this
Unleashed Pandemic,
Apart Together
Things they fall apart,
They always do,
They always have,
The security we never knew we needed to safeguard,
Is revealed to be a powerful illusion,
We are all exposed,
Together,
Vulnerable to powers we have yet to understand,
But be steadfast in your hope,
This too shall pass,
As we brace,
And brave the unknown at a distance from our brethren,
We are closer now than we have been
For a long while,
The isolation reveals our need
For each other,
Reveals a breath that we breathe of fellowship in humanity,
We are united apart,
Bearing the storm that rages just outside,
We are apart,
Together.
Through the Fissure
When all is dark
Give not in to fear
The dark has stars
That guide the easy,
Light that is still,
Though far away,
Let despair not grip you,
When hope seems lost,
The dawn will still break,
And through the fissure
The light shall spill,
Seeping in and over the day,
Making things clearer,
Making things easier to bear.
Portions
Plate piled high with heaping portions,
Of options for the taking,
Opportunity that runneth over,
What to choose,?
What to choose?
At a buffet befitting a queen,
May my eyes not be bigger
Than my metaphorical stomach.
She of Letters 