Poetry Wednesday; Welcome to My World
A very late lockdown poem
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Good day Red Cabbage Heads,
Hoorah, this will be my 200th post on Substack of which 100 have been poetry. I am amazed I’ve kept it up!
I’m still working on a poem for Poetry Pals. This one I’ve been working on for a long, long time. When lockdown happened, my life barely changed and it has taken me a very long time to try to articulate it. Like many disabled people I hoped that people living my life would wake up a bit and realise what was possible - home working is an example, which many disabled people had asked for and been told it was too difficult to sort. To understand that keeping the vulnerable of society safe was a great thing to do etc. I saw lots write about their experiences going into a lockdown they’d never experienced before but it’s taken me a long time and many redrafts to get even 50% okay with what I’ve written. It’s difficult to write about it from the other side. My lockdown has never ended. I’m still not happy with it, but it’s going to have to do.
Welcome to My World
The world locks down and suddenly
there is quiet,
there is peace.
My world changes so little,
locked into a body that betrays,
my lockdown began years ago.
The roads are quieter,
we live rurally,
the roads are always quiet
the calm of the empty roads
empty except us, blissful.
Our visitors don’t diminish,
we never really had them.
Neighbourhood strangers
regularly walk past the door now
exercising the right they
always had and never took
I send messages to the world
to give hope that this can be survived
I, that live it every day, send belief
of an end I can never achieve.
When the world wakes again
walkers cease their pilgrimage
no longer passing our door
safe back in office sterility
and we move easily, quietly, as
we always have, our world unchanged.
It was a brief interlude for some
for me it will never cease. 
And there we are. That’s all for this week, ta-ra Tx
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