Poetry: Down days/Lockdown 3.0
I found this poem the other day whilst looking through my Apple Notes. I wrote this back in the 3rd UK lockdown when I was feeling down. I write poetry to help me with my inner thoughts and to try and make sense of this world. It’s interesting to look back at past writing to see how much things have changed, and in some cases how little they have too. I hope you enjoy it.
I lay down
Just before midnight
My eyes hurts when I close them
My joints hurt.
As I check my phone for the next pandemic instalment
I inhale deeply and am met with the faint smell of my floral perfume.
Led down on my fold-out Futon bed
It feels slightly uncomfortable but at the same time comforting.
Another day tomorrow
Another day in lockdown
Lockdown 3.0 to be precise.
What will tomorrow bring?
Depression?
Loneliness?
Boredom?
Nostalgia?
Or should I be looking a little deeper?
Tomorrow may bring
Another day of
Comfort
Health
Love
And another chance.
Another chance to look for some magic in the moment
Another chance to fully embrace quality time with my daughter
Who is growing so quickly.
Another chance to choose my day and my perception of it
And another chance to choose gratitude.
