I can feel
it in my bones.
The time to
write is now.
When it
seems as though the world is ending.
Its time to
begin, somehow.
It’s time to
show up, speak up, stand up—unafraid.
What do you
have to lose?
For when you’re
faced with pain and grief.
Honesty can
be the first relief.
From the trembling
in your bones, the shaking in your chest.
Yes you’ve
lived through pain before—but never this.
How can you
begin—when it seems life’s been stripped away?
What joy can
come of pandemic sorrow?
where is
stability when the world is changing by the hour?
Maybe, beginning
is what we’ve been sent.
Start this
moment, to reclaim your presence—
No longer numbing
or busying your internal world’s static.
Gives you the
opportunity to clear your soul’s attic.
Fling open
the doors to your heart-
Give air and
space to what’s been unseen.
The gift of pandemic
is present- in shared smiles as strangers walk past.
For we’re
all in this together. No life has been untouched.
We’ve each been
given an opportunity to breathe.
You can
begin again,
even when the world seems at its wits end.
Take heart, take
stock, of what you want to carry with you.
This is the
time to write.
Feel it in
your bones, the day will come after the night.
