Thursday 24 December 2020

2020.. final thoughts part 1

This was not how we pictured it was it?
Barricaded in and stood their like herd
Awaiting instructions 
Can we stay? Can we go?
Who have we lost 
Getting daily death totals like thats a normal occurrence 

The heart is just under water
That sunken feeling has become the norm
Not a thing we can do
Shut up and put up

We all look so different these days
The worry and anxiety floods our eyes
Our faces masked but the way we feel is all you can see
It is reflected in the eyes of students, children and my parents
The pain drenched us as we stand socially distant 
We'd do anything for a hug
Anything to feel that closeness
That protective parent hug that took away every pain as a child
Banged knees or grazes and a hug from Mum and Dad would sort you out 

It used to be counting the days until we saw eachother again, now I can list off the months I've waited

Life is just not real, is it?
Surely this is the worst dream I've ever conjured up
Surely 2020 had more to give us 

As we count down the final days of the year, 
We start to think about the gratitude we have 
How we are here to at least miss those instead of grieve them
How scary some experiences this year have been
How some are ongoing
That progress is being shown week in, week out
How it's not all been doom
We have seen what is important 
A huge jolt, slam your brakes on epiphany 
It hurt us all but it stuck 
It really made us see with open eyes 

What existence is... 

Fleeting, important and family is the core
For, without that we are not grounded 
We are not safe and secure
We all need it

Merry Xmas 2020

PS a toast and thought for Joey 🌹

Saturday 12 December 2020

Death has no apology

Death leaves such a void
Full of life one minute and the next, gone. 
It isn't sorry and it isn't around long enough to ask why? 

Life is such a small space of time in such a currently sad existence. 

But death is unapologetic 
Death is sincere in its dagger 

What is left behind for those grieving 
Any empty space
Like a room that has no windows and when you find the door, it disappears
Like a hallucination
Overwhelmingly loud 
Overwhelmingly painful 
It takes the light 
And leaves you in the darkness.


What do we do then?
Surrounded by all of their life 
Their possessions, smells and memories 
Flooding back and too
Drowning and bereft 

Angry and no way of exhausting the emotion 
Full and tense
Tense and broken 
Like a shattered glass on a perfectly laid dinner table 

We transition 
We evolve
We rise again
In pain, and bruised but we carry on 
We learn to live again 
Without you.