Here I am sitting,
Wondering and wandering through my mind,
The life I want and could have had,
If only this pandemic did not arrived.

Im feeling sad deep inside,
Of not being satisfied of the life I have,
I am not here to get roasted,
Though I know I deserved it.

I know I am fortunate from most others,
I know I am acting so insensitive,
I have choose to be optimistic almost all the time,
But I choose to be honest just this time.

Im longing for something I havent experienced,
It makes me feel heavy that I cant have it.

But in an instant I am angry,
Of things I have and people around me interfere.

And then I sight something nasty,
Quickly I thought disgusting.

Sad, angry, disgust what else,
Confused of what I am really feeling,
But sure it is not good and healthy.

Why is it so hard to appreciate what we have,
Why is the idea of comparing have to exist,
When it only cause us the jealous feeling,
And be left with heavy and frustrated feelings.

I sit here feeling tired from cycling,
An activity we all be needing in this time of quarantine.
Seeing nature feed my soul.
Now I rest with light and positive energy that fills me whole.
But reading the news, the idea of unclear future struck me again to the bone.
Instantly I felt heavy, questions like when will this end? haunt me.
Plans have been distracted and progress has been delayed.
For some people its hard to adapt to this new normal.
That their only idea of solution with all these commotion, is be able to get back from the life they used to have.

I know poems does not have to be rhyme, but I am rhyming mine.

It is just a preference that everyone has the right,
But rhyme or not rhyme a poem is poem when author recites.

Some are composed deep, imaginative or metaphoric,
Some are written simple, nonfigurative or realistic.

However it is wrote,
However it is composed,
Your gift of writing deserved to be exposed.

Let the words just flow,
Let your pen and paper do its work,
Someone might need and enjoy it folk,
So continue on, for you're doing great work.

Never stop creating for there are people waiting, appreciating and needing,
You are part of the community that will keep artistry living.

Yes, you heard it right,
you are an artist, just if you keep it alive,
If you read this, received this pat on the shoulder, for you from mine.

Looking at them made me smile,
They don't even have to try.
Knowing they're comfortable makes me feel good,
For it's a proof that I am doing good.

Why are they so cute, even when they don't move,
Their laying position is enough to set my heart in positive mood.

My love for them is over the top,
I could not even understand.
How could I love so hard,
A creature that could not even tell "I love you" back.

We are put in the same battle terrain but our situations are different.

Food, water, clothes, shelter, entertainment and money are the things you got plenty, but I haven't got that many.

You know certain with your resources, how long you will last with this battle we have, but for me everyday it is like "will it be my last?".