“Uncertain Times”
A poem in the spirit of Poetry Madness and this year’s theme: healing
March 17, 2021
they call it uncertain times,
a two word summary of what the world is going through
but what would they think
if only they really knew
so excited to be off from school
for something we thought was just like the flu
we never went back.
i wish it wasn’t true
these uncertain times
have me feeling a way
that as a matter of fact
makes me uncomfortable to say
trapped in my own head
all hours of the day
everything i once knew,
was quickly taken away
when i don’t see my friends at school i think,
“i don’t know why i even came”
i don’t recognize anyone with a mask
it’s hard to match half of a face to the right name
my bedroom is also my classroom
and my classroom doesn’t even look the same
with plastic dividers and marks on the floor
i’m desperate for someone to blame
dear uncertain times
please give me my life back
i wanna be young and have fun
please cut me some slack!
you’ve taken so many lives
there’s too many emotions to unpack
so much stress and worry
joy is something we lack
everyone is trying to help
the teachers do their best
but what no one sees
is that they are hurting just as much as the rest
they don’t see their students smiling faces
which might make them feel depressed
because we are the reason they teach
and they hate to see us stressed
they call it uncertain times
when there’s not enough time to explain
the change that this has brought
the struggle, the pain.
be nice everyone you meet
you never know what’s going on in their brain
for these uncertain times
shall cease to remain.