It is this life that weighs me down
Like rain-soaked cloak-
Pregnant and heavy
Would that we could shed life
Cast our sodden cloaks aside
And float free through eternity
Whilst not violating
That horrible mortal sin
And could we choose to return
When our soul is well-rested-
And we are prepared
To steel ourselves against
The cutting of great insult
Led to sanguine injury
And sorrow deeply felt
But, alas, we are meant to toil
In wet cloak bound in iron,
In boots of heavy stone,
Riddled by blasts of insult,
weighted like beast of burden
But take comfort in your drudgery
Do not entertain that mortal sin
For though I am not with you-
I shall hold your hand in spirit
We are kindred in our journey
So, I know that what is happening in the world right now is scary and showing us the darkest side of humanity. I just want everyone to know that I appreciate your efforts and sacrifices. I appreciate those who are treating the sick, those who are getting supplies to the needy, and those who continue to show up to work every day so you can pay your rent and put food on the table. Keep doing what you are doing and we will make it through this. And as always, keep writing and reading poetry. Much love!