Lockdown

I try to stitch the pieces.
Fuse the fibres back together,
Of heartstrings that have been stretched,
All elasticity loosened.
The daily whirlwind of joy,
Frustration,
A merry-go-round of mundane.
The never ending snacks,
Pressure cooker points
Steam rising,
Interspersed with very real fear.
Coffins stacked high,
Tears blinked back behind fridge doors.
Lives reduced to,
Stat upon stat.
Sobs rise and hearts race.
Noise, so much noise,
All needs brimming,
To boiling.
A moment where you hold my hand,
Tired eyes crease,
Momentary peace.

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