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Spent
A poem of lament and some thoughts on mental health
SPENT
Words lay dead as brown leaves
covered in cold white.
Barren, empty.
Why torment me?
I desire, yet no expression
only an empty vessel
a tornado of stories half-written
a whirring noise in my head
a passion fading.
I am not this.
Let me be.
I’m spent, all spent.
How long in this void?
Covid interruptions
How did you fair with Covid interruptions to your life? I wrote this poem early in the pandemic. Almost two years ago. I had my family and my garden but missed seeing friends in person and bemoaned cancelled events for months on end. But I need to say that I am healthier and stronger where I am now.
If nothing else, the changes of these past two years have taught me what’s most important to me and how to live a better-focused life. So I’d like to share a few things that helped me. I hope they encourage you, too, to find ways to adjust and hopefully grow.
My inspirations during the pandemic
