My thanks to you

While in isolation

My emotions live through writing

At my keyboard, I am alive

Awake, to happiness, sadness

Joy and grief

And so much more

I am numb without writing

Unable to feel or understand

Trying to feel anything in isolation

Is like trying to hold water in your hands

It’ll never stay

You need a cup and writing is my cup

When I have it in my hand

I am alive

For a temporary spell

Until I let it go

And become numb once more

Truly, I am glad

That while everything else is far

Writing is still here beside me

I’d be a shell of myself

Without writing.