I see you all through a pane of glass. Thick glass. I was out there once. I know what it is like. The sun is shining, the air is light, so much to do. I see it now…but through the glass. I can’t get there anymore.
You see me too. You love me. You want to make me feel better. But..the glass..and there is so much to do out there. Tomorrow you will do something. Besides, I smile when I look through the glass at you. I must be doing okay.
There are other people in here with me. The old, the infirm, the other caregivers. I saw them too when I was on the outside of the glass. I loved them. I wanted to help them. But there’s so much to do out here, outside the glass. And the glass is so very hard to get through. I would do something for them tomorrow. And they were smiling at me, when we looked through the glass and saw each other, so they must have been okay.
They weren’t okay. I’m not okay.
The glass has taken our lives and shut us up in an invisible prison.