To my skill I fell

Like rapture came the lockdown Unprepared for the suffering ahead people panicked, Workers retrenched,and business shot down In fear ,citizens dreaded dying from starvation than the pandemic How can I get a job amist the crisis To my skill I fell back But how would people sew clothes when feeding was an issue, And survival was all that mattered No clue on when this will all end To myself I thought . But my bravery stood unquivered Passion drove me like a submarine And I dived in like a fearless shark To conquer. And with every wonder I thread I realised that my Sparks for fashion has developed a thicker root.