Emerging (a poem)

traveling the dark tunnel

there’s no end up ahead

only pitch-black fear

innocent cries I hear

the virus has destroyed us

but in our weakness

we find strength

we’re more resilient than

what the newspaper says

& writes in bloody ink

dynamite this tunnel

bury us under rubble

we’ll emerge

on the verge

of something better,

brighter, more brilliant

than what we’ve had before

(Photo by Jorge Rojas on Unsplash)

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