The routine got me wishing for more.
Mixing it up. Trying not to keep score.
Running in circles. Waiting for it to end.
A foot in the grave. Watching my friend.
Over the bumps, drifts, and the debris.
Longing for someone to reach out to me.
This poem feels a tad overdramatic. Then again, this pandemic has really caused a lot of overdramatic moments. Whether mine or anothers. It has been intense at times. I keep trying to pull my humor along for the ride. Injecting it at the most appropriate (inappropriate) times. 😉😏
I am a solitude seeker most of the time, but after being a stay at home mom. Living a very small social life. I have been looking forward to more socialization, then this pandemic hit. I know it’s not forever as the virus will either fade away or a miracle will surface causing covid-19 to not be the scary monster it seems to be. Whichever way…I am looking forward to socializing again.
In balanced spurts, that is. 🙂😉
Until then, may we all find ways to stay connected, to toss connections that no longer serve us, and laugh about something as often as possible. Preferably, laughing most of the time. 🙂
Love and blessings, 💕 Carrie