The sun melts beyond the garden wall,
A glassblower’s progeny,
Drop of gold
That you can’t reach.
You feel the dust collect in the air
Cribbed, confined
In your bedroom,
Blankly stare
At walls, items, obstacles
To the waste of papers that cluster in the corners
Of these four walls.
Deep breath now.
There’s no going out –
You’ve had your allocated walk the state allows.
Find something to do.
But what to do, what to do?
Only so many hours you can scroll,
Stare into the glossy window of your charging phone
Or comfort eat till your belly aches.
For god’s sake
Find the little things you value the most,
Simple things that make you happiest.
Share a moment with those you care about.
Reach out a hand,
If not in real life, then virtually.
Hold on to everything you value tight
Because things aren’t as permanent as they seem to be.
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