August poems No.5

Light-bringer

I fear I am drowning in a world of spikes.

Strange new words have become the new normal.

Complete lockdown looms on Oldham's horizon.

In Derker a woman is fined for having a house party of 30+ people.

Young people carry on as normal and bring the virus home.

To kill off Granny and Grandad, who have followed the rules and stayed home.

Interviews with people who just shrug and say it is not as bad as they say!

Then there are people who are too frightened to return to work.

So we can add agoraphobia to PTSD to depression and suicide, our growing mental health burden.

We older and wiser mortals with comorbidities only go out when absolutely necessary.

We know someone who has died, so it is brought home to us.

I remember feeling pretty invincible when I was young.

Now, the older I get the more precious life becomes.

But what quality of life will it be? Will it be worth living?

For me, I am trying to live in the here and now. I am writing every day.

I have a purpose in my life, dreams to dream, goals to fulfil.

I am holding the light for those that either can't or won't hold it themselves.

I need other positive people to be light-bringers, for what my friends are the alternatives?

Will you be a light-bringer or a doom-monger? Your choice.

©The Vixen🦊of🦊Verse,
2020.
©P.Interest