Sure

Stuck between the walls,

a ghost who floats from room to room

purpose forgotten but still,

we cannot leave.

There are others here, moving through the days

holding out for freedom.

We will reach it soon, I am sure.

I must be sure.

The TV is on,

broadcasting static.

Outside, the world still moves

sluggish and usure.

Puzzles fill the living room and

Songs filter out from the balconies.

We write stories of another time

Painting pictures from our memories.

We build forts in the foyer

make cookies from scratch and

find the old home videos

we've been meaning to watch.

We fight this war from our couches

inside the warm arms

of the ones

we are lucky enough to be here with.

There is an ugly thing

that spreads like wildfire

and pulls a dark blanket

across the folds of our brilliant world.

But we are all together

inside the thick walls of our aloneness

and the smoke will clear, I'm sure.

I must be sure.