Death in Quarantine
by Chelsie Baylor
Image source: Unsplash
With weight lifted, there was no need to trudge
No longer could I be seen or judged
I took time to get to know myself
Like a hidden chapter in a book on the shelf
Then something strange started happening
Where my body lay, I could see a small sapling
With each new page revealed to me
It seemed to grow, becoming a tree
In the place of my corpse came new life
Something beautiful growing amid global strife
Death by nothing, birth by passion
It was familiar but in a different fashion
A version of myself I had never met
She knew much about me, but also nothing yet
Now I have a new person on which I lean
One that never would’ve grown If I hadn’t died in quarantine
Chelsie Baylor is a third-year medical student at the UTCOMLS.
