Dance is Closed (a sonnet) by Sarai G. K. ('23)
My dance is closed; invaded by a germ.
I wish to pour my feelings out and dance
But trapped inside, no place to leap and turn
I lose my skills, afraid I won’t advance.
I eat, I sleep, I work to squish the curve
To do my part to save the ones I love.
Why must I lose dance so I can serve.
Body restless, wants to ...