Sonnet

To be loved in a time of cholera
To be seen in a world of fallen doves
Is a wish that I have for all of us
A wish on behalf of the one who loves.

There’s a girl who cries in her bed at night
For the things she’s seen and the hope that dies.
And no outside world points her to the light
Cause the outside world binds her to its lies.

No but she won’t break, she won’t fall away.
There’s a dove in her mind, she won’t waste time.
She’ll stand up and say, “I’m here for this day”
“This dove will now fly, I’ll follow his rhyme”.

She flies from the deep valley’s of her mind
She flies to a new place where all is kind.