Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Inside the Box

Can I picture being on a plane
Or in a car that’s rented?
Eating indoors in a restaurant,
My fears all circumvented?

Can I see myself discovering
My flight’s been scratched from going,
Just pacing in the airport lounge,
My panic up and growing?

I am stuck inside a Covid box
Despite my three injections,
Yet when I think of breaking out,
I face the same objections.

Perhaps I’ll never reach the point
Of feeling safe and stronger,
But ‘til that day arrives, I will
Stay put a little longer.

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Alex Corns December 1, 2021 at 7:59 PM Love your style and words that ring true for so many - thanks for brightening our day!

Rico Leffanta November 4, 2021 at 11:19 AM Fav'd! Wish I had your way with words! Aloha!

Caren Krutsinger November 4, 2021 at 8:03 AM I think you are totally wise!

Gershon Wolf November 3, 2021 at 8:06 PM Time to chance it, methinks. Perhaps inch by inch, a little more each day -- soon you'll be on your way. Life is too short for that COVID box. :) gw

Tom Cunningham November 3, 2021 at 1:43 PM I think we're all fed up of being stuck in that box Ilene, We'd planned to go to Turkey this year but the tests we had to take going out and returning doubled the cost so we ditched those plans , and this was for people with both jabs. Tom

L Milton Hankins November 3, 2021 at 12:52 PM Wow, this is good writing, Ilene. I hope you can break out. I am breaking out in precisely two weeks...flying to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico...need the warmth, the adventure by myself...an escape...hey, even perhaps the risk! I thoroughly enjoyed your poem.