Yes, there is panic, but there is hope.
We wake up to the silence in the streets, we walk the sidewalks six feet apart with fear.
We listen to the news, the deaths in New York, Italy, and such more.
Everyday we wake up to what the new norm is, we see ourselves and look back at the things we had and wish we were grateful.
Yes, there is isolation, but there is hope.
We think more of others than ourselves now.
Today we have technology to do our school work.
Let's go back 59 years ago...
Laying in your own house with no computers, but a typewriter not even that.
Laying in your house not being able to communicate with your friends and family only by writing letters and that would probably take a week.
Yes, there is sickness, but there is hope
We wake up to the warmth of the sun.
We wake with food on our table, a roof on our houses.
So we pray for the ones who don't have what we have.
Today there are choices thrown at us as to how to live in now.
Today as she wakes up, the bad weather slowly goes away as the sky is clearing up.
As she opens her window of her soul to let out the disease that was building up, the disease that laid in her dark soul.
She told herself to breathe
Listen to the birds sing and sherp.
Listen to the winds blow.
Feel the warmth across your skin.
Today we fear for our lives.
Today she says enough being scared
Yes, there is death, but there is hope.
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PoesíaThe poem was written back in April during the pandemic. It's about there is hope even though there is panic. Hope you enjoy 😊