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| In the middle |
In the middle of a pandemic,
it's normal to panic and worry.
We are told these are unprecedented times,
uncertainty is the new normality.
In the middle of a pandemic,
I miss the little things.
Like sitting at the front of the bus,
smiling at strangers,
but you cannot see smiles behind a mask.
In the middle of a pandemic,
I miss human contact.
Hugging my best friend, tightly and publicly.
Now we wave at a two-metre distance.
In the middle of a pandemic,
we have these things called bubbles.
A support network to help you mentally.
They used to be called friend groups,
they now feel more like a lifeline keeping us sane.
I long for the days:
we are safe to be outside again
when covid isn't plastered all over our screens.
I long for when we are no longer in the middle of the pandemic.
(Photo is not my own, I got it from Google)
