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What does lockdown mean for me? I'm housebound anyway. People think I'm always free, I'm now that 'at home' mom everyday. This is also what they thought, When I told them I'm a singer. 'If you don't own charttoppers, You're just a failure.' is what lingered. I found it shameful and difficult, Broke down several times, I couldn't find my own identity, Searching for myself felt like a crime. 41 weeks and 2 days I carried her, My little angel, the apple of my eye, I'm now learning a basic fact - - A lifetime flies faster than light. So fast, I don't know what day it is, I'm living each day by the hour. Before I know it, it's bedtime again.. What exactly is within my power? When the birds stretch their wings, At the crack of a quiet dawn. The time I was raised to wake and listen, To the Tanpura, the sound of Om. This is my one true power, Whether they believe it or not. A lockdown may not define it, I'm a musician, a mom, not a robot. These clear blue skies at spring, Came again after a barren season. I'm housebound and learning again, Another chance to live it right is my reason.
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Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 6:27 PM UTC
Lockdown
What does lockdown mean for me? I'm housebound anyway. People think I'm always free, I'm now that 'at home' mom everyday. This is also what they thought, When I told them I'm a singer. 'If you don't own charttoppers, You're just a failure.' is what lingered. I found it shameful and difficult, Broke down several times, I couldn't find my own identity, Searching for myself felt like a crime. 41 weeks and 2 days I carried her, My little angel, the apple of my eye, I'm now learning a basic fact - - A lifetime flies faster than light. So fast, I don't know what day it is, I'm living each day by the hour. Before I know it, it's bedtime again.. What exactly is within my power? When the birds stretch their wings, At the crack of a quiet dawn. The time I was raised to wake and listen, To the Tanpura, the sound of Om. This is my one true power, Whether they believe it or not. A lockdown may not define it, I'm a musician, a mom, not a robot. These clear blue skies at spring, Came again after a barren season. I'm housebound and learning again, Another chance to live it right is my reason.
A little piece of my reality during the darned COVID season.
#lockdown#covid#coronavirus#covid19#motherhood#freedom#musician#expectation#society
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Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 6:27 PM UTC
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