Drowning in a sea of unknown 

     Back and forth we’re all constantly thrown 

                                    Don’t know where I am 

                                    Only where I’m supposed to be 

                                                      But the universe had other plans for me 

 

My pain is privileged but it isn’t less

Though I’m physically ok, an emotional mess

 

My friends who became my family 

                  Ripped from me without a moment’s notice 

                                    Leaving my heart broken

                                                      My brain unable to focus 

 

No one can shield you from the uncertainties of life 

Infection hardly discriminates when holding its knife 

 

We’re all in pain, all around the world 

But none of our individual shouts are heard

                  We hear politicians’ talking, health care workers fighting to save lives

                                    But we don’t see the stress everyone brings home- husbands and wives

 

So, while everyone says we are a part of history and the bigger picture of the world 

   My insides feel nauseous, like my entire being was hurled

 

 

I don’t feel empowered, I don’t feel strong 

                   I feel like the world doesn’t care, that I have always been wrong

                                    To egotistically think that the universe looks and sees me

                                                      We’re all mere twigs in a forest, full of towering trees  

 

I wonder if the world sees who I am anymore, or if the small parts of me matter 

Because the world didn’t care when it randomly shattered 

 

My personal story 

      My own little experiences that make up me 

              The big world full of atrocities doesn’t care 

It doesn’t notice each person’s strife and glee  

 

Each person’s story is intricate and deep

It permeates our existence whether awake or asleep

 

But those stories right now are all being interrupted by this plague 

  This pandemic that makes our whole lives seem unknown and vague 

Makes me feel small and powerless in a universe so vast and unknown  

Making our worries seem trivial, our insecurities overblown 

 

We matter, we do, but only in some people’s perception of life 

And sometimes you can only realize that through a gut-wrenching experience of strife 

 

When we’re all thrown apart, people dig to their core 

     To the deepest part of themselves, what they never proudly wore 

              Because it’s the part of us all with the deepest feelings 

That part of our souls that is always reeling  

That thinks of who we love 

And validates the people we see 

That recognizes that we don’t live in one world

There are millions of worlds all floating in our sea