It is bleak
How can we see
The positives
You hear so many stories of
The healing of the natural world
Uplifting cacophonies
The crash and bang of pots and pans
Singing out of windows
I am
Teaching children in China to read Shakespeare
Watching the sunrise
Re-devouring the pages of Harry Potter
Playing cards for hours
Teaching my Dad who resides in another time zone to use Zoom
Shopping for an elderly neighbour
But then I remember I am also
Suffocating in the airing cupboard of my anxiety
I am
Crippled by uncertainty
Restless energy pumping through my veins
So alone at home
Now read from the bottom to the top
By Samantha Leach
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