146: Solitary Confinement
I spent so much of 2020 alone in my apartment;
days and weeks and almost a year
because the world was sick
and we had to protect each other
and that was how
we showed our love.
And after weeks of the quiet,
which turned into months,
I dreamed dreams
of simple asks, like-
“Can I take your coat?
Would you like coffee with that?
Won’t you stay awhile?”
Instead,
I drank coffee alone.
Loneliness danced her dance.
Our homes were haunted.
Our spirits broken.
Our hospitals flooded.
Our world afraid.
And the worst part of it all
is that still,
even now
even today
our jails
uses isolation
as punishment.
God said
It is not good
for humans to be alone.
We’ve been reminded.
What part don’t we understand?
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