Behind four walls, I crafted dreams,
While you stared at screens, unraveling seams.
I found solace in silence, a world of my own,
But your days felt hollow, like a heart made of stone.
Where I saw stillness, you saw decay,
I thrived in the quiet, you longed for the fray.
You counted the losses, the hourglass slipping past,
While I found moments that dared to last.
Your world was chaos, a frenzy of fear,
I learned to embrace the slow turning year.
Your sorrow rang loud, your pain was a cry,
But my grief sat heavy, like clouds darkening in the sky.
Each of us carried a burden untold,
Different scars from the same heavy mold.
Your storm, my calm—both real, both true,
A shared world divided, by me and by you.
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Note from the Poet: This was the application piece I failed to submit to our campus journalism organization because I didn't finish it before the deadline.
Instruction:
You are to write a short poem (max. of 4 stanzas) about the topic given below:
Literary Writing Topic - "Your pandemic experience is different from mine"
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