I’ve moved to the mountains, I never thought I would move this far out. But it’s April and National Poetry Month…I always try to write a lot during this time…I believe this will help me.
I keep telling myself things will go back to normal. I’ve written and checked on a few friends. Some have already lost family members. All of this is surreal. I don’t see how it can go back to “normal” if we lose people we love.
I think the worst fear. Or realisation. Is that this doesn’t care who you are, or where you’re from. And you will die alone. Your family cannot day good bye and they cannot grieve your loss…
My dad died alone and so this really hits home for me…
It’s like a shadow covering the sky
You know this will leave a mark…
Holding your breath
You’re constantly thinking about your employees and their safety and your friends and your community, did I clean this ? Did I touch that? Did I do enough?
Are we safe? Are we out of this shadow? or is this just the eye of the storm…
I tried writing a few letters. My hands shake so much, you couldn’t have read it. I’m not really sure the last time I slept well. I wonder about the weather, how it will change everything. We all have short term memory.
Will I run out of things to say?
This is not the end
Just get through these hours
Look for the opportunity
You’re still you
I have this nervous energy
Everyone is awake
Wanting these days to end
And I wonder
If 14 days is enough
I’ve been, along with so many of us, working for 13 days 142 hours and we all see the same things…this isn’t enough, this could be our reality for a few months…