the days have been trying
to test how long more we can last,
even the minute feels painfully longer.
we remain in our place, even as our
room breathes an air of stillness.
will weariness wear off on its own ?
i consume the daily delivery of
sanitized versions of reality,
each passing me by gently.
is losing count a sign of recovery
or a symptom of numbness ?
This is so well written!
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aw i’m glad you think so, thank you so much for reading 🥺
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this poem is really thought provoking and apt
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we must always maintain an AMP with this you can get everything you set out to 💪🏻 i love this
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Bah..Liked it very much.💚
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Very well written!
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Beautiful, moving, very relatable . Thanks 🙏
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I can well relate to the weariness and the numbness of this home-bound existence we are living in. I have all but lost track of the days of the week. Time does move differently now. I enjoyed reading your poem, your thoughts, and your feelings.
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Each of us can relate to this feeling of weariness in this crazy times. All I can say is stay positive and safe.
I have nominated you for Liebster Award, please accept the nomination 🙂
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Beautiful ❤️
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Wonderful poem 👍🤝
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thank you!
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