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Trapped in this house.

Walking the dog an occasional relief.

I’m not sure what’s normal.

I’m not sure what’s real.

I still laugh.

I still cry.

I still feel scared.

I still worry it will never end.

Or that I will die before it does.

Watching Winston Churchill’s funeral on tv with my nan.

Stuck adrift from the rest of the world.

Unable to reach out to friends or family.

I feel utterly alone.

And yet.

I am still here.

There is always hope