Like stunted trees, huddled against a storm
we have grown inwards, in protected space.
What was once punishment is now the norm:
each of us makes a prison of the place
we call our home, warily creeping out
only for reason of necessity.
When promised freedom, we are racked with doubt.
How strange, unsettling it feels, to see
the doors of houses opening like flowers.
We still cling to our reassuring chains
scared to reclaim the world that once was ours.
Worries and ‘what if’s echo in our brains
but it is time to win back what was lost.
I step outside, keeping my fingers crossed.
Written as the UK emerged from Covid lockdown
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