In the Mist
In the mist of these times..
We are smothered in anxious waves..
Tidal waves of uncertainties..
As we await answers..
We realize there are none..
Madness..
Mania..
A fury of the unknown..
Panic stricken as shoppers grab hold of necessities .
Coronavirus strikes an unpleasant torch..
As it spreads like wildfire..
Rapidly climbing the entire globe..
Anxiety rises high..
Tension filled with fear..
Struggling to keep our feet on the ground..
As we are whisked away in sadness..
Mourning the life we lived ..
As our lives have been abrupted ..
Like a bolt of lightning..
We must be vigilant..
We must remain strong..
We shall stand tall..
Although we cannot stand close together..
United we stand spiritually...
Allow intensions of healing..
Prayers filled with gratitude..
Of blessings illuminating to all..
In the mist of these times..
We will rise above..
As fear becomes love..
The coronavirus turns into ashes..
In the mist..
It vanishes..
Copyright © Robertina B. | Year Posted 2020
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