Poetry: A vaccine for the soul
Last spring, before we knew exactly what was happening, the crushing unknown kept us awake at night. With our schedules cleared and our plans cancelled, we had no where to hide from ourselves.
We tried running,
we tried numbing,
we tried crying
we tried laughing
and sometimes these things worked.
Still I found that my longings were louder than my distractions. My only real relief has been to give the longing a voice through writing.
We tried running,
we tried numbing,
we tried crying
we tried laughing
and sometimes these things worked.
Still I found that my longings were louder than my distractions. My only real relief has been to give the longing a voice through writing.