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.
The View from Here 
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. ❤️