There’ll come a day when prison doors swing open
And we all step out in light, squinting upward
With cold, hard hope resting in our hearts.
But will we run out full of joy
Or will our steps be tentative?
How do creatures of routine
Slip back into how it used to be?
My guess is that we’ll struggle hard,
With fearful, anxious cloaks draped around our shoulders,
Facing up to a new day
And changes that will need to be made.
I don’t know about you guys but I don’t know how I feel about coming out of lockdown. I’m a bit of a goody two shoes, so I follow the rules, no matter what. So coming out of this is going to feel a little bit like I’m breaking those rules.
I’m sure there are others out there who will take their second walk of the day for the first time after the lockdown is lifted and feel like a policeman is going to jump out of the bushes to arrest me. I alsways catastrophise everything so my mind goes from having a pleasant walk to getting arrested, to being put in prison for life!
There is also going to be the issue of going to crowded places again. I think that a lot of people would be really anxious about going to a place like the O2 Arena to see a concert. I have spent some time wondering how long it will take for people to find that confidence again.
So, really I’m just thinking about how, as humans, we find a new normal really quickly. Lockdown would have been unimageable a couple of months ago and now I’m worrying about having to change back. I really am a creature that is in need of routine and the safety that offers. If you are too, don’t worry, we’ll get there together.