Surviving

It has been one hell of a year and it’s not over yet
I wake up with fear in heart, most nights
Although knowing we all will survive
Even so we tugged away in our own isolation world
Staying low ,hoping for a miracle everyday , with
every sun set and moon raises
I try not to let the virus to turn my heart in to
feeling ugly , am sure there is beauty in surviving
It’s sad to hear so many people dying around the
would, we might not be same but time is an healer,
and as each day passes by we will be stronger
and each one of us will survive and heal this
world of ours with pure love