Not Quite Post-Apocalypse

Not Quite Post-Apocalypse

Not Quite Post-Apocalypse by Lynn Hawley

As the world feels more empty,
Remember to step outside and breathe.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Sometimes it is easier to think
The sun does not shine for you,
The grass is not green for you,
The cold does not thaw for you,
And goodness is not depending on you.

The world will remember how to save itself,
And you will remember how to breathe.
You will remember that the city tastes like sweat in summer,
You will remember that a crowded room can smell like things
Other than paranoia.

In.
Out.
In.
Out.

The history lessons are beginning to feel like
They will never return,
But they are beginning to feel useful.

After each war,
Each outbreak,
Each attack,
The world carried on.

We will still breathe,
The grass will grow green,
The sun will still shine,
The cold will still thaw,
And goodness will continue,
With or without us.

The waves will spill out against the sand
And you must remember that the waves, too,
Existed before us and will exist after us.
The tide has always been able to breathe,
And will not forget.

In.
Out.
In.
Out.

Lynn Hawley

I started writing as a creative outlet, but eventually created a poetry anthology, Writing My Obituary, that’s set to be published by Pure Print Publishing at a later date. My other hobbies include playing instruments, crocheting, art, and theatre.

In the future, I hope to make writing poetry and novels my career.

My Instagram is @lynn_iswriting

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