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This poem is called Triumph 2020

 

This poem is called Triumph 2020






Itís 11:59 PM December 31, surrounded by friends and family we all got ready to begin again. Watching the countdown of the ball drop.
The bottles, the proposals all getting set to happen.
Nobody had any idea what it would be.
The year began simple enough.
Still it was about goals and dreams and new adventures.
2020 became slowly Weird and unkind .
We lost 24 purple and gold would mean more than ever.
Nineteen became a number so infamous it put fear in the heart of everybody.
We were locked down,fun times seem to vanish.
No gatherings, no games just pain.
Souls slowly faded with no chance of coming home.
As the season turned, The change of justice emerged.
Within the hurt and cries of the people.
Names we learned that lasted sadly more than their life.
Brianna, George, Ahmad.
Eight minutes and 46 seconds captured with so many of us had already known.
2020 we discovered nurses do run the world.
They became the true flag of America.
The mask of courage.
The symbol without saying a word.
2020 we were entertained by Zoom meetings and TickTock.
We became separated not by choice.
Phone calls took on a different meaning.
Days became months and months.
We lost a hero that was beyond a black panther.
A game show host that †gave so many clues and always knew the answer.
A judge of courage Kept fighting beyond her years to exhibit a true legacy.
2020 made us see the world differently.
A Election like no other to some it was the Super Bowl victory a long time coming to others †came as a tragic loss.
2020 so many were taken away.
Surrogate family members.
Show many days felt like a punch in the stomach.
Slowly we regained who we are.
Hearing the stories motivation.
Smile just for another day.
Everything that seem frivolous became a new importance.
The small kiss on the forehead, the hug at night.
Ours in front of the video game screen just to break away.
2020, Made you believe in generosity.
2020 was hurtful.
2020 tried to silence us †with no light at the end of the tunnel.
Now we have come to the end, saying goodbye to the Trainwreck.
At 11:59 PM December 31, 2020, At midnight
January 1 will mark the triumph For everyone. In some ways it will be a collective sigh of relief.
Still unbelievable that it was 2020
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