I wake up in the morning to hear the news of brand new cases
I hear of people going to stores and buying more than necessary
I see people complaining about being locked in their homes,
About the lack of social contact
Fearing about losing their loved ones
Believing that this is a sign of the times.
All while I have peace in my heart
For if it’s my time, let it be
I don’t fear for my family
I enjoy my own company
A brighter tomorrow, yet to see
This is not the end for me.
Author’s Notes: It’s GloPoWriMo, a poem a day to celebrate April during National Poetry Month. I’m a little late to the party, but really wanted to join this time! I hope you enjoy reading a daily prompt from me.
Daily Prompt: “write a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life – one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only in specific circumstances,” from Na/GloPoWriMo.