Dear 2020,
Well, here we are and I must say,
I never thought we’d end this way.
I really tried so hard to change
Through isolation and so much pain.
It seems to me, you’ve won it all,
Gave up nothing, while I gave all.
I cannot shop. I cannot play.
I cannot work. I cannot pray.
Unless I do it in a mask,
Breathing free is just a task.
We no longer hug the way we should.
There is no touching, and that’s not good!
I don’t feel close. I feel alone.
My family and friends are stuck at home.
You came into my life so silent and sly.
And now I wish you’d passed me by.
As I followed routines with family and friends
Your deadly poison continued to spread.
You’re a home wrecker. Grim Reaper too!
You divide and conquer. Death follows you!
Who would’ve thought technology is key?
While you isolate, it sets me free!
I know we’ll never be the same.
There’s too much death and you’re to blame.
But as this year, comes to an end,
Please set us free so we can mend!
Don’t stalk me! Do not try to stay!
We’re done… I’m gone! Just get away!
We must rebuild. Our fate’s not sealed.
We must have faith that we will heal.
Lynn M Shellberg
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