Life in the lockdown

Loss of the old way of life.

I held a thing in my heart,                                  

A fragile thing but beautiful,                              

With depth of meaning.                                      

Deep as the sea,                                                

Bonds of love                                                   

With crystal clarity.                                           

Colours? Golden and like the rainbow,              

Sometimes shades of dark.                                                

But always there, a gem of priceless worth.                                               

Till now.                                                             

It’s shattered.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

No crystal,                                                          

No clarity,                                                           

Jagged shards distorted,                                       

Cutting through strands of old lang syne.