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.