This POP! Creators entry was submitted by Arianne Victoriano.
Regarding the reason why she’d like to share this poem, Victoriano tells POP!: “I’d like to share a poem I have written way back because it is exactly how it feels right now. Every line felt like the COVID-19 [situation] our world is [currently] enduring. It is a waiting game and we can only pray, hope for strength and keep the faith [during times like these].”
Here is her poem:
Amidst onslaught of thoughts clashing in disarray from dead of night til peep of day is what’s unseen yet felt, what’s heard best to unsay. As verdicts when already casted, fate stands still, unbetrayed. Tell now not to cease enduring nor keep on passing away for blurry is the path, concealed is the only way yet morrow knows wait and is yearnful for repay. So down at his feet again like how he’s always prayed Need not ask more than just for faith and hope to stay.
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