I Don't Know How-To Feel
Poetry in a Pandemic #1
I don't know how to feel.
Lost in a world of stillness.
Moving, slowly.
Change surrounding me like a whirlwind.
My lungs are tight, Holding my breathe in
Fear?
Skin tense from the unknown.
Still unsure to how to process
Move along.
The pressure feels crushing.
Still waiting for it to be
Lifted.
Removed.
Halted.
Will it ever be?
Can it be?
Begging for the sweet release
Yearning for it.
Like a baby screaming for a mother's love.
But I do feel. Everything.
Like a tidal wave, Washing me into the sea.
Written by Shanelle Jacobs
About the Creator
Shanelle Jacobs
Born in Bronx, New York, Shanelle Jacobs started her photography and writing career in 2014 by going outside to capturing images of the world around her. What started out as a hobbies and quickly turned into something more.
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