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,
Tag: Poetry
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.
Panic! Panic!
Panic! Panic!
All hands on deck,
No authority here to protect us,
I’ve checked,
This authoritarian regime,
Nationalistic foaming,
Has left no room for sense or reason,
If you’ve got it,
Hell, that’s treason!
Panic! Panic!
Virus unleashed!
No stockpiling or masks will suffice,
This is the new war,
The one we can’t dispute,
The one we can’t refute,
Oh, we’ll need a strong leader
To assuage our Corona fears,
We’ll need them in place for at least
4 years.
There Will Be Change
The door is open,
Something I’ve longed for,
For so long,
And still my foot hesitates,
My leg quivers,
My body shivers
of the other side,
Possibilities,
Good or bad,
A divergence from what is already had,
But whether or not I move through,
I will still be moving,
There will still be difference,
This is a conveyer belt life,
Nothing ever remains,
Whether or not you change tracks,
There will still be change
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