Stone Soup

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Coronavirus, a poem by Chloe, 9

Chloe Mohamed, 9 (Wilton, CT)

Tick-tock,
tick-tock,
the time seems to move like a snail
as I wait for the world to move like a cheetah towards the
Light
Right now,
It seems as if night rules the world
And burns everyone’s
Candle inside of them
Everyday,

I watch as the light of the sun rises
And falls,
And it can’t
Get
Up
I try to lift up my heart for
The sun
But it’s like there is a spell
On my heart
Because
Instead of it getting up,
Everything falls,
Including,
Earth

Deep down inside my bones and deep through my blood,
I know that
Soon,
Light will shine
For now,
The world will have to wait
For someone to heal its heartache