Lisa Chatterjee

Evolution in a Pandemic

 

I was fear. I was compliance. I helped ease the anguish,

armed myself with facts to fight through the spin.

Planned, wildly protected. I relished the danger.

 

I am frustration. I am anger. A spitting snarl on my lips.

I am not achievement. I do not know peace.

I am waiting, caged as discontent growls inside.

 

I will be regret. I will be savage. My nature will be guided to release,

back into society as it attempts to claw back progress.

The race is relentless. This competition to survive.