Poetry reading, by Malak K Chehab, of ‘Trapped Humanity’, a poem from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. It’s about self-isolation due to pandemic and how traumatic it is on people.
Hello, how are you?
It’s been too long since you last called.
Home, hearth, heart, haven are all stalled
As I’ve emigrated into a new land away from you.
I’d plan my call today, and time would slip away.
I’d plan to call next week, and find that work flays.
I’d plan to call next month, and worry about what to say.
I’d plan to call within a year and fall short of my plays.
Another year goes by, and fear sets in,
If you call, what do you say?
Your understanding of their trials are hypothetical,
And their consideration of your is stereotypical.
Do you call, or let them hang, alone in …
The wonder is those at home will adore
Hearing your voice, struggles, accomplishments,
That boost you to a fore ,
That is unattainable where they are.
Does this boost jealousy and chain your
Connection, turning it stale and hollow?
Or do you put an effort into a tour
Of empathy, compassion that help you flow?