The world I know feels changed, subtle and dramatic at a frenetic pace.
The world I knew may never return, less kind and innocent, less nurturing and safe.
The sanctuary of home feels threatened, the rest of the world locked away.
Barriers both invisible and yet tangible, sentinels of risk and peril that watch over our day.
Bonds of family and friendship are tested in new ways both cruel and twisted.
Our ability to help those in need, curtailed, our help in times of need are restricted.
Our world is a place of extremes and monotony all at once, a mad spectrum contorted.
Life risking heroes overlooked by the establishment, but from the masses, applauded.
Moments of joy half shared, through odd bubbles of safety defined.
Moments of sadness part consoled, the calming embrace of loved ones confined.
Between it all is a grind, waiting for it to end and the “New Normal” to begin anew.
To understand the world we emerge to, as the light at the end hoves into view.
The end an elusive moving target always so cruelly moved just out of our reach.
A zest for life and an optimism our children all need, is getting harder to teach.
The wisest cannot say when we will emerge from this most endless gloom.
Will then end bring out renewed hope, for some the end will only be their doom.
This year should have been amazing, an Olympic summer of sport as our treat.
The year has gone badly wrong, hardly good news at all, perhaps try Control Alt Delete.
The year 2020, with goodness almost devoid
Not even a 1 star review “I’d Recommend You Avoid”
