It feels like I am walking among the shadow people,
a mere shadow myself.
I am here, but I am not,
as everything has changed.
The things I once took for granted are no longer solid ground,
each day now a pale reflection of the one before.
Stubbornly I repeat the mantra that all is normal,
rising with the sun to author a day humming with activity,
but nothing is normal in this upside down, virtual world.
I hold fast to the quicksand of hope,
locking arms with the shadows, walking forward, crawling if I must.
It is the only way;
through the starry night and into the light of day,
until tall shadows slowly fade away
and the earth is once again firm beneath my feet.
4 thoughts on “The Shadow People”
You articulate so well this walk in hope. There is light at the end of the tunnel.
I really appreciate that- thank you. Hope is all we have sometimes…we can’t let go.
What a beautiful poem! It describes how I feel to a tee. Sometimes I feel like I am hovering outside of my body looking down on the half me., dizzy and floating, feeling nothing is real. Somehow we will get through this, together. ❤️
Thank you, Julie. It is all incredibly surreal. I feel exactly what you are describing…but we will make it through. Be safe and well, my friend. ❤️