It’s Monday. 

Time seems to stand still

My brain tells me ‘go to school’

But the government simply says ‘not yet.’

The only people I see are my family

There could be worse things

But I grow impatient.

It’s Tuesday. 

I remind myself of how lucky I am

Look at the house you’re in! The food you have!

I haven’t had a real conversation in days

I’ll keep myself busy to occupy my mind

My company will be my homework, rather than my friends

It’s Wednesday. 

I get a text

And anxiously pick up my phone

‘We’re not friends anymore’

What have I done? What can I do?

It wasn’t my fault, but I’m caught in the fray

Of arguments that started off friendly

And then went astray.

It’s Thursday.

I can’t contact anyone

Can’t see them face to face

I feel caught in between two sides of an argument

The meaning of which I don’t understand

Unsure of how the time and distance will affect 

Those I love

It was my first real friend group, and it didn’t go to plan.

It’s Friday. 

Both sides will talk to me, but not to the other

Quarantine isn’t finished, but it feels like everything’s over

I’m going to have to start off fresh

Restart from the very beginning

It’s square one, a new grade, a brand new type of living.

It’s Sunday. 

Two years have passed since the world shut down

One year spent recovering, one spent growing confidence

The mental prison I had locked myself into

Being slowly cast aside.

I wake up with possibility now instead of fear

My dependence on others finally being replaced with cheer

My life is the opposite

Of the world I lived two years ago

My lonely days being flipped

Into busy weeks full of people I know

Although its cliche, please look ahead for better days

I promise the people you will meet will make it worth it to stay.