The Price of Healthy-at-Home
our country in turmoil, I stay home
in a shameful cocoon of self-preservation
told to use this time of isolation
to examine unconscious racism
to find ways to make a difference
to express gratitude to our doctors and nurses
to reflect on life’s priorities and meaning
to redefine relationships
to write, every day
I fail
the news of deaths and violence
the masks and the fear and the heat
relationships transferred to digital screens
the quiet of my house
leave me lost
suspended in fog
barely moving
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That last stanza is so relatable. This is a very difficult time to live in, for sure, with so many things weighing us down. But this poem’s existence seems to echo a desire to do good. I like to think that nurturing it will start turning failure to success.
“shameful cocoon of self-preservation”.
what a beautiful line and a relatable sentiment.
maybe a butterfly will emerge from it on the other side of this.
I always thought I was a confirmed isolate until Covid containment took away my motivation. Your poem says it so well.
Good intentions hijacked by bad news and too much solitude! Your poem expresses what many of us feel.
I, too, feel paralyzed, like I’m failing. Thanks for writing such a relatable poem during this time.