As each new day rises
the air fills with new stress
of every person’s uncertainty,
not knowing what times will bring.
The clouds are a little grey
with shades of clearing
bringing a hint of better times.
People are locked away,
prisoners in their own home
living in fear of the unknown.
Strangers appearing out of the dark
with hands out to care for one another,
strength given with no touch
providing a glimpse of better times.
Almost every breathe is hard
in these times of the terrifying,
people do not know where to move.
The good in people will manifest,
trust in the human nature of the kind.
The path will lead to better times.
January 26, 2021
©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2021