Author: drachenkreiger

There is a real world out there.

Reminders remind me.

Appointments still need to be done.

Virtual or a phone call.

People want to know if you are still alive.

Responsibilities never go away.

It stares at me.

It has no eyes.

Yet I know it sees me.

It laughs.

And smirks as I walk by.

It is not alive.

Yet I feel like it is hiding something.

Probably my sanity.

Spring sets in cabin fever.

Covid isolation

Amplifies this hidden desire.

The sun shines brightly

And all you see is the view

Of other people enjoying it.

Strange how life

Changes in such a short amount of time.

Technology and medical services

Are so advanced

We can know our diagnosis quicker.

Yet even that

Doesn’t stop the shock and horror.

Cape versus cloak.

Bell bottoms as opposed to skinny jeans.

Plaid or pastel?

Which is better

Is determined by opinion.

This opinion is made popular

By certain magazines.

I somehow doubt

They’ll ever make loincloths

A popular piece of clothing.

When circumstances

Obligate you to a chore

You would not wish upon anyone else

Sometimes all you end up doing

Is watching that someone

Try to get better

And finding yourself

Not able to do anything for them.

So instead you turn your attention

To other chores

Which need to be done

But are not as useful.

Tasks need to be done.

Someone has to do them.

Jobs that are not pleasant.

To those who do them

I thank you.

Not of our doing.

Forced into the situation.

Best to make do

With what we got.

Be grateful for what we have.

At least we have each other.

Strange how

Until it happens

To you

It is fine.

Like car accidents

Or getting cancer.

Putting yourself

In that situation

Never gives you the full picture

Because in the back of your mind

There is the whisper

“It’s not me this happening to!”