Flash to March 2020
I woke up.
I went to work.
I came home.
I watched the news.
Our lives were changing.
Our world was changing.
Our normal was changing.
Our everything was changing.
We learned the pandemic was real.
We learned the pandemic had hit our homes.
We learned the pandemic was worse than expected.
We learned the pandemic was sticking around.
We weren’t prepared for safety.
We weren’t prepared to hear “ventilator” a million times.
We weren’t prepared for the deaths of loved ones.
We weren’t prepared for anything.
We freaked out.
We hoarded.
We prayed.
We cried.
Some failed to accept the situation.
Some failed to follow the guidelines.
Some failed to believe the statistics.
Some failed, yet some understood.
They had felt the weight of covid.
They had witnessed it first-hand.
They had heard the cries of heartbreak.
They had hid a frown behind their mask.
Our state began to love our governor.
Our state began to love each other.
Our state began to hate each other.
Our state began to hate our governor.
Flash to March 2021
I wake up.
I go to work.
I come home.
I watch the news.
Our lives have changed.
Our world has changed.
Our normal has changed.
Our everything has changed.
We know the pandemic is still real.
We know the pandemic is worldwide.
We know the pandemic is still taking lives.
We know the pandemic will never hide.
We’ll never be fully prepared for health safety.
We‘ll never be prepared for someone’s death.
We’ll never be prepared to hear “positive” after a test.
We’ll never be fully prepared for anything
We freaked out, but we’re better now.
We hoarded, but we have plenty now.
We prayed, but we wonder if it’s enough now.
We cried, but we’re running out of tears now.
Some still fail to accept the situation.
Some still fail to follow the guidelines.
Some still fail to believe the statistics.
Some still fail, yet some still understand.
We have felt the weight of COVID.
We have witnessed it first-hand.
We have heard the cries of heartbreak.
We have hid a frown behind our mask.
Our state loves our president.
Our state loves each other.
Our state hates each other.
Our state hates our president.
Different days, same routine.
Different years, same mindset.
Different normal, same life to live.
Different everything, same….
Yes, I feel the same as you.
Broken.
Scared.
Happy.
Sad.
Angry.
Glad.
Anxious.
Depressed.
All of it.
I feel all the things.
It’s okay to feel all of the things.
You need to.
You need to feel.
It’s just another day.
It’s just another year.
Make best with what you have,
& be thankful that you can live.
* written in loving memory of those taken too soon and who are continually battling the coronavirus *
SJ Talks 
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