I lean back against my pillow, 
And slide the book into my hands 
My eyes scan the thin paper pages 
Unable to comprehend the jumble of words 
 
My brain is in another universe- 
Where anxiety is the sun 
And I orbit around it 
 
No school for 2 weeks- 
That has to be bad  
Why now? 
Why Covid? 
What about the flu? 
Measles, or mumps? 
Where did it come from? 
Where will it go? 
 
The possibilities are endless 
And I worry of each one 
Not realizing that it could be OK- 
That it would be OK 
 
I’d have to suffer in that universe- 
But just for a short while 
Because the next morning, 
I’d wake to a world of mending 
A world I hadn’t seen before- 
One that only comes out when 
It is hit with something so tremendous, 
Immense, and terrifying.