Have you ever tried to describe the year that's just been and gone?
The year that brought out the best in others, and the worst in some.
The year that was seemingly snatched from us.
The year that we missed waiting for the bus.
The year we were told to stay at home.
The year that we could only speak on the phone.
The year we only did what we were allowed.
The year we finally stopped blurring out the crowd.
The year that lives changed and others ended before their time.
The year we refused to follow the old paradigm.
The year we accepted that hate still existed.
The year we learnt that people were still twisted.
The year that a way of life vanished overnight.
The year that we didn't touch to be polite.
The year that new friends, enemies and lovers never met.
The year that the bleakest of days could end with the most beautiful sunset.
The year that made us appreciate living in the current.
For the year just gone, was the year that was and the year that wasn’t.
I quite randomly wrote most of this poem on my phone whilst on my first train journey since lockdown (September 2020). I recently found the poem and decided to finish it.
I’ve never written a poem before, and I’m ashamed to say I know very little about the craft. I’m trying to read more of them, as I believe it’s one of the most impactful means of expression.
I don’t think this one is any good, but it’s a good example of how we really dug inside our minds and found creativity during this time.
As we wrap up the second year of Covid, I thought now was a good time to share it.