Not Held Captive
Shall I allow villainous viral bars to cage my soul?
"No!" I fervently reply. "Escape shall be my goal.
A prisoner for safety's sake, I may physically be,
but my soul is not held captive. It remains free."
My voice shall not be hushed, refusing to be silent.
It speaks of hope in a year that's been too violent.
When in need of soothing, my soul sings sad refrains,
comforting psalms in undertones to ease its pains.
If my soul had wings, t'would soar to a mountain crest
then return to its resting place, deep inside my breast,
softly it shall whisper sanguine words I long to hear,
that echo throughout my heart, diffusing all my fear.
Near the end of this stressful year of twenty, twenty,
I give thanks for being well and blessed with plenty.
For no family or friends have I grieved in death's toll.
Darkness does not loom within the niches of my soul.
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2020
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