A dilemma
of dangerous
proportions
where
a simple
decision
amplifies
the ferocious
hatred
already shown.
Reversal is not enough.
Can the damage ever be truly undone?
A dilemma
of dangerous
proportions
where
a simple
decision
amplifies
the ferocious
hatred
already shown.
Reversal is not enough.
Can the damage ever be truly undone?
We are having longer winters
even the older generations feel it.
The cold lasts as the world stays white
and we dream of the blooming of the flowers.
Change is inevitable the seniors say
yet even they get scared when it happens.
Will there be a world left for our children?
Or will we see the destruction cumulate in our lifetime?
Until then I will dream of the tulips hiding under the snow
and wait for the day the lilacs bloom.
Friends visiting friends.
Laughing, playing games.
Having a good time.
Joining in the fun.
Laughing about the days
when we couldn’t visit each other.
That is the dream to look forward to in these days of isolation!
When you miss someone
and want to be able to see them
but the physical limitations prevent you.
A phone call is easy
to hear their voice is soothing.
You don’t want it to end.
So the fight starts
and you can not help yourself
you love them more
even while you bicker.
Hands off.
Wash those digits.
Don’t touch that!
Where’s the soap?
Hand sanitizer to the rescue!
Oh no the wipes are all gone.
No wonder my hands crack when I use them
They are reflection of my tumultuous mind!
The struggle takes a toll.
I know enough to know
I am consciously incompetent.
I can get through most of the tasks
of setting the child up for online learning.
I know enough to almost succeed.
I also know when it is time to give up
and ask for help.
HELP!
They refuse to cooperate.
Pills are not being taken.
Threats were issued by them
with counter threats were stated by me.
Homeschooling your child is exhausting.
So please God, Allah, Yahweh or whatever celestial being is out there
Please give me the strength to not harm this child
and the patience to endure this long and difficult day
Days?
Oh god
days!
Walking is good for you
So is actual exercise
These days I get up from bed
and then lie down on the couch
I feel so drained
and cooped up
and full of sadness
and despair
the only exercise I get
is letting my mind roam
while dreaming of a better future
It started so innocently.
A friend recommending a game.
Yet I can not put my phone down
As I maneuver my figure through the obstacles
and fail or succeed at the tasks given.
The warning on my phone says battery is low.
I ignore it.
It goes dead,
therefore I look up and see it is 2 am.
Sigh, sleep is my only option left
so sleep I will.
Until tomorrow when my phone is charged again!
Means social distancing
to the max!
NO talking to anyone
not even the neighbours.
Unless by phone or shouting
through the walls.
Social media plays
a more and more important part of the day.
So after cleaning the house
again
– maybe-
I can relax and watch other people panic.