When Our Fears Subside

 When can we take our first baby steps
 in this upside-down world, empty streets.
 We may feel exposed with no mask to protect
 new tentative smiles, clarity of speech.

 Our hugs will surely bring forth tears of joy,
 lips will meet softly on that first kiss
 as long-time lovers feel oddly coy.
 Dining out–magical–something we’ve missed.

 Sounds of laughter, children playing games,
 friends visiting, sharing a dinner.
 Buds of color pop, Spring soon to reign.
 Local shops bustle with renewed vim and vigor.

 Let us hold hands when this darkness ends,
 and seek new beginnings, from the ashes ascend.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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18 Responses to When Our Fears Subside

  1. msjadeli says:

    Oh how I look forward to that day ❤


  2. kim881 says:

    Oh Sara, your poem encapsulates the current situation so well. It I s indeed an ‘upside-down world’! I never thought I would get used to seeing masks, not that I get out at all, and I so long for friendly noise of children playing, smiles, hugs and kisses!


  3. Jael Stevens says:

    This is so moving, I got misty-eyed, seriously.


  4. memadtwo says:

    I too am looking forward to this day, but with apprehension. When will we feel safe again? (K)


  5. sanaarizvi says:

    You have portrayed the current and prevailing situation so well here! Here’s hoping that day will arrive soon 💝💝


  6. So lovely and encouraging! Thank you for the eminder that an end will come!


  7. Yes! To your closing couplet.


  8. M Jay Dixit says:

    Yes yes! lovely poetry, I hope all things get better this year.


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