A poem by Maureen Van de Ven

It’s March 2020 baby
And shits hit the fan
I begin to question
If I’ll see you again

Freedom is disappearing.
Social distance the norm.
Touching is not allowed
It’s the calm before the storm.

We’ve never been more united,
Yet never more alone.
Self isolation is persecution.
My soul is bare to the bone.

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