I can feel the walls as they’re closing in
trapping me in this little den
surrounded by space but trapped in time
I breathe, I breathe, I think I’ll be fine
Maybe.
I must look out, I must remind
myself of the times I could fly in my mind
I must be certain that someday again
I can feel and touch and ride on the wind
Tomorrow.
Days are passing, days out and days in
Enforcing the notion that it all wears thin
Look out and look forward, and then look around
I think I need to get out of this town.
Soon.
These words fell out of my head as I viewed this image, by Abby Barron. It's the only poem I wrote in 2012.