Feelings during the pandemic

In my head right now...

I don’t know what’s going on

Don’t. Stop.

Don’t stop.

It’s OK to laugh at that

But is it OK to laugh at that?

Now we’re in this jar of hearts

I need more air holes

I’ll connect within

When I feel utterly disconnected

Let’s just try and enjoy this activity together

When’s their bedtime?

It’s my job to show them patience

Unclench, breathe, just breathe

Maybe I’ll just Skype some friends

I can’t be bothered

So I’ll do some of these crafts and recipes

But my mind is so cluttered by it all.

This is a Hibernation

This is a Lockdown

Wanting to be an open book

But I’m pages fluttering in the wind

While time stands still

I’m twitching and restless

I don’t HAVE to do anything.

What do I do with all this time?

Why do we refer to this as TIME

I feel as if I have no time at all

My feelings change moment by moment

I have no idea how to feel

It is OK.

Not always being OK.

When I feel so backwards

I’ll read this again backwards.