i know i am not the only one that feels this way,
but i am done with this pandemic.
i am done being surrounded by death,
i am done being surrounded by loss.
grief is so thick in the air,
and part of me wants to run away.
i want to run into something, anything that
is better than the reality of this pain.
and yet i remain, my practices have taught me
to breathe and sit with my pain.
i settle into my meditation cushion,
and i rage at the
loss of friendships,
loss of jobs, and
loss of possibilities yet to be.
my heart aches and yearns for a reality that
is only in my mind.
i sit with my suffering.
i sit with the loss and
accept that death is part of life,
and yet i rage inside and say
“this shit ain’t normal.”
But what can i do?
i am just a laid off chaplain seeking
i got the pandemic blues.
But shit, i ain’t hopeless.
i will bear my suffering,
and walk through it
like a fearless boddhisattva
to embrace life and death