A collection of poems from quarantine.
March 29
How do I trust myself
When I don't know what I want?
My world is changing swiftly
I can't escape the confusion
My head is my enemy
My heart is my friend
The voices are too loud
I can't tell which is which
What can I learn from isolation?
How may I find peace?
The dreams and plans are gone
So what remains?
April 5
Every day is the same
We stay home and we pray
Yet the days turn to weeks
I'm still praying
I try to let go of all that I lost
But there is a hole in my heart
I wonder what will be the cost
We didn't expect this at the start
April 6
When will this feel real?
Maybe it never will
I've pushed away the pain
But I know it is still there
What do I miss?
What do I wish?
I miss what was yet to be
And now may never be
I needed closure
To say goodbye
Now how will I let go
Of the biggest parts of my life?
I'll just sit here
In my room
In my house
In this great big confusing world
In this time
In my life.
May 8
In the heat of May
All stuck at home
Memories of normal have faded away
All that's left is the unknown
The gift of time
Impossible to fill
Is this how it feels to be alive?
Is any of this real?
June 12
A writer writes.
A dancer dances.
A dreamer dreams.
Here's to writing magic.
Here's to dancing in the rain.
Here's to dreaming big.
July 5
July 16: Somehow
When the world is dark
and nothing makes sense.
When hope is lost
in a sea of disappointment.
Somehow
We keep living.
We are alive.
We keep loving.
We are loved.
We are not alone.
July 24
The street sign is your name.
The evening is your voice.
The passing car is your face.
You are everywhere.
You are everything.
August 31
The endless summer
Is changing seasons
Yet just as endless
As before
The end is not near
But at least we are here
Hold on to whatever
Brings hope
September 9
The sky is dark
And filled with smoke.
Climate change is real.
Is there any hope?
Darkness all day.
The state up in flames.
Scary and lonely.
Can't we catch a break?
October 4
Sundays are sad.
There's no way around it.
A whole lot of empty
While the world keeps moving.
Sad music on repeat.
No motivation.
Jealousy builds
And self-doubt wins.
I want happy Sundays.
I want happy everydays.
I want happy.
Is that too much to ask?
November 17
Ran in the rain
To feel free
Suddenly alive
But not sure about you and me
My head in the clouds
But you're back on earth
Two different worlds
What is this worth?
Day by day
You are further away
November 23
I never knew love felt like this
It explodes in ways that can't exist
Over and over it reaches deep
Pulls out your heart
And then you weep
December 2
To string words together
Is to create art
That lifts spirits
Or tears walls
Or sheds tears
An undeniable power
Poetry
It sings and screams
And connects you and me
Thank you for reading these personal moments of imagination. They mean a lot to me.
Always remember, fight on!
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