I write my name
To remind myself
Of who I am
I don’t know myself anymore
I don’t know who you are either
I am emerging
From a hibernation
A slow unravelling
Without a fixed sense of self
All around me is grief
But I can’t see it or feel it
Each foot is placed
One in front of the other
As if I am walking
But there is uncertainty
I want to feel joy
Yet happiness eludes me
Eludes us all.
We talk through
Thinly painted smiles
There is no bridge
The road we have travelled
Miles and miles
From the safety of our couch
We are not where we were
We are not sure who we are
We take faltering steps
Forward, backward
Forward again
And then we lurch to the side
We wobble and waive
I watch my words
I won’t use normal again
We lived through a night
As dark as ever known
We sat here quietly
In a place we call home
Nothing happened to us
Nothing tangible happened to us
There was no crisis or fate
Yet when we left here
We were all in altered state
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