Twenty Twenty One Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

Twenty Twenty One

What a year Twenty Twenty One has been
A year i would never wish a repetition of.
A year of misfortune
Of global pestilence
Strains of SARS Covid Nineteen
And a year i came face to face with calamity

Seven months of the year
My wife battling infirmity
And i, by her bedside in various medical facilities
Three months in a comma
Two in rehab
The rest at home recovering
And i, discovering
The real meaning of 'In sickness and in health'

Discovering who really cares and who doesn't
Discovering foreign reserves of my own resolve
Discovering the healing power of poetry.

And that, in those times i felt alone,
Writing my loneliness down
Expressing my fears
My hopes
And wishes
Those words strung together
In poetic form
Were the difference between sanity and insanity

And, i wrote a lot of poems
In Twenty Twenty One
And, on day twenty twenty one of November Twenty Twenty One
I wrote this one.

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