CW Covid , Depression
I awoke one day in a world that was not my own.
It was magical and magnificent. I found that I held power beyond belief, and that there was a great evil facing the world. I trained, I studied, I had a great defeat, and I eventually had a greater victory. I met many people, and I missed people from my home. This, however, is not the world I speak of.
Once I had finished, I returned to my home, and rested after a long journey. When I awoke, I found that the world was not as I had left it.
The people didn’t smile.
The birds didn’t sing.
The sun didn’t shine.
After long days of fantastical battles and fighting for my life, I thought I longed to return to the way things were. I found that my job did not hold the same joy.
Did I change?
Did the world change?
The people avoided one another, as though they were afraid. Many who I knew were here no more. I thought of asking, but a part of me knew better.
After a while I realized that I no longer truly knew anyone, and sought to return to the world which I had found.
If the world I had loved was gone, what was the point in remaining?
I found that the world of magic was closed off to me as well.
With no home to return to and no quest to undertake,
I returned to work, and smiled no more.
Wrote a poem, as a nice change of pace. I actually wrote it for a contest, but decided to submit something else instead. Hopefully I win.
On a blog related note, I am actually working on season 3, and am still (technically) on track for a March release. That announcement will come later though, probably when I have a name for it.
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