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I stay

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed with this strange reality I am faced with, and its limitations and restrictions. Then my free-spirited self finds it hard to breathe, does not wsnt to be touched and could cry in frustration. What helps me is being thankful and focusing on myself, on what choices I do have. 

On TV I hear we are fighting a war against this virus,
yet my weapon does not fire at people or means I directly engage in a fight,
my weapon is staying at home and reducing contact to others.

I can stay at home and feel safe, because I still have a job I love and that earns me money and pays my bills.

I can stay at home and have a purpose, because I still have a job thanks to e-teaching and a working internet connection and students sending me assignments.

I can stay at home and feel happy, because I live in a flat with a man I love and can cuddle up on the sofa with.

I can stay at home and do things, because I have ebooks to read, cats to play with and music I enjoy and can dance to.

I can stay at home and feel free, because I can meditate and bathe in the freedom of my soul that nobody can touch.

I can stay at home and share my life, because I can text or phone friends and video call the ones I love and miss the most, and I know they are safe.

I can stay at home and feel useful, because my closet needs decluttering and the office decorating.

I can stay at home and enjoy the sunshine, because we can go for a walk and curiously study the neighbourhood houses and gardens.

I can stay at home and feel creative, because I can pot plants and make our balcony welcoming and cook soul food and draw doodles.

I can stay at home and grow, because I can find new ways to fill my days with purpose and light.

I can stay at home, because doctors and policemen and politicians and others are fighting this war for me outside; all I can contribute is to stay home.

I can stay home if that is my weapon. It is a beautiful one, my home.

Author: carasmelody

daydreamer, hopelessly hopeful, I love the power of words, I love poems, words are soulfood

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