Survival Is
SURVIVAL
is feeling there is no point in getting up in the morning
showering getting dressed, what is the bloody point
but know that you have to.
is suppressing that nagging tickly cough, just in case.
Cannot go coughing and sneezing, not now
that could mark the beginning of the end
hypochondria is slowly creeping in.
is maintaining a healthy eating and exercise habit
also remembering to take those prescribed tablets
you need to stay in good health, more so now
going into hospital could be hell.
is sanitising, to obsessive proportions,
hands, worktops, door handles, groceries, taps
everything bleached, scrubbed, sprayed,
is creating daily routines and rituals to pass time
Or else, yesterday, today, tomorrow will be the same
tedium would probably send me insane.
is looking forward to the daily walk in the park
the air is fresher, trees and flowers vibrant
squirrels play hide and seek - or so I tell myself.
is looking forward to seeing other people
being aware of physical distance, but, enjoying
the friendliness of a smile, a nod, a hello.
is knowing that you must compete to get food
midnight on the computer in the online queue
to survive this is what you need to do.
Is not absorbing too much information about the virus
news of the devastation, of the death and destruction
hearing of the rising numbers of the daily death toll
seeing images victims and their who they’ve left behind.
Instead, finding time and space for distraction, relaxation
sharing how we are feeling: sometimes anger sometimes fear,
sometimes grief, sometimes gratitude because
I am alive and doing Okay.
Copyright © Judy Reeves | Year Posted 2022
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