I feel alone.
Holiday cheer is spreading like the variant of Covid-19.
It's hard to agree with the mass on being happy when my thoughts give way to guarding my life and my children's safety
precautions from healthy individuals with no pre-existing conditions,
who says no to the vaccinations
I understand - they have a choice.
I do too.
But must we continue to celebrate as though no one is dying in the hospitals,
where nurses and doctors are overworked
tirelessly to care for those who might not make it tomorrow?
Where does this balance begin and end?
Tell me the parallels between guilt and conscience.
How do tears and joy co-exist?
We are a collective.
But
I feel alone.
About the Creator
Maivyn R.
Maivyn received her B.A. in Creative Writing five years ago & recently submitted a short story, which was denied and flagged. Seems that she's using AI.
Maivyn is feeling conflicted because she's only putting her degree to use.
Tales of the Aurora Borealis
Who knew a solar storm could be so beautiful? Purples, reds, and greens shimmering in our skies like dancing ribbons. Hypnotic and enchanting, the Northern Lights have had us humans in complete awe for centuries. Which got me thinking, what did our ancestors think of the Aurora Borealis?
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