The days of Agglomerate gathering; a collective group or crowd, have passed for celebrating until future days of mass.
In place we wear a Balaclava; a close-fitting bandanna, mask, or garment covering our head and neck, except for frightened eyes upon our face.
Social Media is our connection to those we love from a distance of miles away, or perhaps two doors down.
Blow a kiss, wave, and behind doors shed a tear. Who could’ve guessed 2020 would be the year.
The warm embrace, perhaps taken for granted, as possibly being the last.
How long can Faith stretch before I snap? Crack from loneliness and seclusion of these four walls; a cubicle known to some.
I am one of the lucky ones. I am used to going for days to weeks without face-to-face interaction.
Others have climbed the walls of the cave; stir crazy madness to the brink of insane.
Yet focus remains on the reason at hand. We must distance ourselves as Soldiers who are fighting this War.
A Battle against the Invisible that tries to hide within our core.
Today I reflect with deep gratitude, no matter the outcome as such. I hold a treasure chest of memories that will last until the next touch.
God Bless us as we fight this Invisible Battle with Dignity and Pride. And when this War is over I will hold your hand and hug you, free to be outside.
