confessions of a social phobic during lockdown
Your 'new normal' is my 'normal'
your once freedoms my curse
locked down for the winter
I feel no better, nor worse.
Yet I am far less isolated now
with people forced to hide
it gives me the courage to face the world
to take the plunge outside
and there I sometimes see fear (the old familiar sting)
in dead corners of strangers' eyes
neighbours reluctant to reach their doors
behind which covid skies reside.
And I skip on past their lit windows
a lot more human, a connected me
my bubble of 'one' now big enough
to feel less loneliness inside.