Like Milton wrote
On his Blindness,
do I want to attempt
a consolation to myself?
It has been months now...
the doors have been closed,
windows show a clearer sky
no one to share the view with though.
Doing all the doing that needs to be done,
keeping myself sane through it all.
I see how the kids become moody,
I try and keep myself from falling
Off this tight rope walk.
Keeping busy so the knock is faint
of anything seemingly depressive,
choosing a cheerful frame of mind
for me and mine.
Waiting for everything to normalize,
the new normal is only inside.
Sifting through my own thoughts,
wanting to make time worthwhile.
If everything is planned,
then there must be something beautiful,
in all this too, so far my eyes have missed to see.
In a way, this blindness and limited view
can only be corrected by Thee.
In time, there would be joyful beginnings,
all over again.
Coz like several other storms,
This Too Shall Pass.
