Picked up a random poetry book From the crowded shelf. Quick easy hour read: Delight and wonder. Then, Found…
Stuck in forced isolation,
Stuck in forced isolation,
Bitter mind and restless spirit,
By a phantom virus.
Internal narration
Driving me crazy;
Raw throat,
Constant pressure in the chest;
Stand up only to fall down,
Wooziness strikes,
Unable to fight against,
I am left paralyzed.
One of the millions,
Billions worldwide,
Isolated yet part of world-wide
Group of individuals,
Recovering or dying,
Comforted by nurturing hands,
Essential workers
Sacrificing themselves,
Like a “One Tin Soldier,”
Or “The noble six hundred”*
Who rode into battle,
Following their leader,
Knowing hope was lost;
“When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!”*
Except, hope is not lost.
God is on my side,
And everyone else affected
By this Antagonist virus.
We are ready to battle
We are ready to protect others
By self-isolating,
By protecting each other,
By doing what we can
To heal and prevent
End continued spreading,
Educating those who disbelieve,
Praying all the while for peace.
Reference
*Tennyson, Alfred Lord. “The Charge of the Light Brigade.” Poetry Foundation, N.D.. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45319/the-charge-of-the-light-brigade.
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Thank you Lynne!