The Sun Will Rise Again

     i. March 10th, 2020. Spring break. I was eight.

 “Mommy, what’s Covid?” I asked curiously.

“Oh, sweetie, that’s nothing to worry about.” She replied.

I was broken

When I met you

Yet you treated me

With compassion

Despite all my flaws,

Despite all my emptiness

You handed me a pen

And showed me a path to the light

You were always a good actor

But you don’t act like you used to

Don’t lie

I can see the pain in your eyes

Your silent cries,

Your pleas for help

And I know in their eyes