The Lockdown

Why does it bring on a frown,

This lockdown?

Why does it feel like a punishment,

This living in confinement?

Perhaps because I have time to reflect,

All those thoughts I chose to neglect,

Now I have to sit down and look within,

And sort through what lies within.

Perhaps because in the mirror I can see,

The face I have been trying to flee,

The worry lines on the forehead,

The eyes wary of the road ahead.

Perhaps because I met the inner me,

The one that I never allowed myself to be,

And when I saw my own soul,

I see it is no longer whole.

Cut off from the usual escapes,

I have listened to what my soul says,

The lockdown is still a pain,

But my soul and I, we have become friends again!