Resistance

Resistance

It is so hard – not tripping back into the comfort of shadows

So easy to do what you know, have learnt, to get by

It feels like every second, every minute, every hour is a test

Will you?

Won’t you?

Just make up your mind

Half in, half out is a dangerous space to be in

Perhaps the only thing to do when the dark embraces you

Is to look up and breathe, turn your lips into a smile

Using your fingers if needed

As if you tell your body to be happy

Your mind will follow too

It is all so very hard moans Alice

As she pales and fades on the window-sill

We no longer look out it feels

Trapped inside in so many ways

We have tried to create a home

Colourful lights and books and apple pie

But something is missing

A hole that was never given a lining

Maybe we should paint that lining silver we mutter with all the strength we have left

After all, it is said that joy is an act of resistance.