I never liked that word
I'll only accept for my recovery.
Another train journey,
unable to speak
many carriages fill with worry.
The constant fear of touching,
the conscious eyes on guard
our nemesis will forever be watching.
The train's ear piercing screech,
breaks abruptly for my entrance
hard working parents scared to teach.
The young scamper to their seat,
anxious for their futures
how can we safely greet?
Forced to accept the new norm,
no way to return
our fabric wall stains into our uniform.
watching our leader failing
the innocent deserve an honest answer.
being told to block my voice
increasing my internal pain.
Forbidden to express,
searching for hope
if only our leader will confess.
The continual nagging,
I must keep my distance
the brave smile while clapping.
Armed with our fabric walls,
delay the nemesis at all costs
from a distance our country falls.
I worry for others,
am grateful to still breath
I pray for us to hug each other.
Between two voices,
our struggle to connect
can we spare a moment to rejoice?
high street shops crawl in torment
their customers stray.
Online absorbs their profits,
false promises to ease their heartache
their beloved dreams rest in coffins.
Hard work is in jeopardy,
accept defeat and lose faith
slowly fading into a distant memory.
Waiting in a soulless queue,
put your voice on hold
missing the world I once grew.
The heavy grief for loved ones,
unspoken words are cheated
tears rain onto their resting stones.
This fabric wall,
filled with disappointed sighs
many generations need to bawl.
Everyone is on the same boat,
spiritually holding hands
our stories will leave a note.
We'll face our challenges in honour,
break this fabric wall
and our voices will grow stronger.