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  • Amelia Diaz

Turning Tides

I used to take the train

Hear the metals grating as buildings flew past

And make small talk over the muffled mechanics rumbling beneath us.

I used to file into my classes

Pushing past friends and strangers alike

Only to spend endless hours confined in a place I didn’t want to be.

Now with nowhere to go, I feel more free in a much smaller space

Scrambling to fit waitlisted activities into days I never thought I would have

And still, I am left with more time

As days turn to weeks, and weeks to months

For who knows how much longer.

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