Why does it bring on a frown,
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!