Little by little we SURRENDER

Stehlíková Vendula

March 2020

A puff above our heads has occurred

from far, far away

It won't stay for long, we've been assured

while the petty puff turned gray

"It'll end one day," they said

"you must wait for a few weeks!"

Little did we know it will be a year instead

How happy were we in the first few days?

no school, no waking up, no stress

just turned 17 at that time

aspired for the alleged happiness

July 2020

It was a nice experiment

though now it can go back to normal

What shall we do to have a life again?

go to school have a job feel social

Apparently, this was supposed to be the best year of our life

saying bye to pupilage and plunge into an adulthood

yet somehow it was taken from us

Will we stay 17 for good?

November 2020

Am I selfish?

thinking how much I suffer?

Am I too weak

if crying overnight?

But what shall I do to become tougher?

What shall I do to stand the fight?

January 2021

The puff has spread into a mist

neither white nor gray

It is a heavy cloud now

leaving no space for sunshine ray

dismal fatigued bitter looks

as far as your eye can see

like if a command has been given

requiring life without a glee

March 2021

But why would one bothered smiling

when our cheeks must stay hidden?

Why would one bothered hoping

when the end might not be given...