‘Cure’
In her poem ‘Cure’, Jess Hui reflects her feelings on knowing an end may be in sight to months of hardship, uncertainty and pain
Hope of a vaccine
Brings conflicting emotions
The gnawing pains of grief
White noise
Anger at the diligence of science
and at Time, whose last strike waits not for cure
As little people lay silently at home
in boxes
of brick and glass
and of cold willow
The tardiness of prevention
is a cruelty for some
Who sit by sealed doors
to welcome no-one
But, to think
an end is in sight
For others, so they may once again be brought
to hold and forgive each other
when sunlight falls
in warm and lively embrace
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