My light takes the form of a dog
She has been with me through so much
I love her and worry
She is staying with us
And I'm grateful for that
Since she came I've felt better
She reminds me of darker times
The times I lived with my mom
My light kept me alive
Through all the abuse
She may be a dog
But I'm one of her pumps
When thunder happens
And I am near
She refuses to leave my side
Even though it's her worst fear
When I am not with her
She hide all alone
But she cares for my safety
More than her own
Just as I care for hers
So thank you my light
For keeping me here
When I no longer want to fight
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Friday, May (47th day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
