Trust in Friends Shattered During Covid
We were once a tapestry,
woven tightly, a fabric of laughter,
shared dreams, whispers under stars,
every thread a promise, a truth,
bound by the strength of our unspoken vows.
But time, a quiet thief,
slipped in through cracks in our trust,
and folded us into isolation,
where silence echoed louder than words,
where uncertainty shadowed familiar faces.
When the world turned inside out,
and distance became a badge we wore,
each phone call a lifeline,
each message an attempt to bridge the chasm,
but words felt flat against the void.
Masks covered more than faces;
they muffled the sounds of reassurance,
hiding smiles that once healed wounds,
leaving only eyes to speak,
a struggle to find the shared heartbeat in the silence.
I watched as concerns morphed into fears,
how the tiny screens,
once windows to our hearts,
became barriers wrapped in doubt,
sowing seeds of miscommunication,
fostering storms behind closed doors.
Friends fell into shadows of uncertainty,
as the news twisted connections,
each headline a knife,
each story a rift, a choice,
to stand apart in the name of safety,
but lost in the shuffle of well-meaning intentions.
It was easier to point fingers,
to clothe our distance in righteousness,
to cry out,
"How could you? "
as beliefs divided us like lines in the sand,
and the shores eroded under the weight of misunderstanding.
We found ourselves spiraling,
grasping at threads coming undone,
wishing for the days of simple gatherings,
the joy of just being near,
before the turmoil tightened its grip,
before trust shattered like glass underfoot.
Yet, through the fog,
I glimpse glimmers of hope,
moments where the laughter breaks free,
where apologies weave through the air,
and we begin to gather the shards,
patching the wounds with understanding,
threading trust anew, gentle as spring rain.
In the heart of this chaos,
new dialogues emerge,
embracing vulnerability,
learning to listen again,
rediscovering solace in shared fears,
and unearthing the strength
in admitting we were lost.
We are finding our way back,
step by weary step,
pivoting on the pivot of our fears,
and perhaps,
just perhaps,
in the cracks of trust,
we will find room to grow,
to love, to forgive,
to build anew,
not just as friends,
but as souls intertwined
in the tapestry of resilience.
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