Constant Thought

I dip my pen into the ink
What century is this?
I stretch my arms out
Roll my neck.
Think through the constant
wave
of
thoughts.
I wait until I fish out
a good one,
it flips and flops,
won’t stay still
on the page.

I try to reinvent myself,
To figure out my code.
But all I am is lost again,
stuck in
an uncomfortable
unbreathable zone.
I was young & beautiful
Now I feel aged.
I feel
like winter stole my youth.
I feel stuck in a cold,
unyielding
CAGE.
Break free,
Break me.
Out.
Someone please.

The moment
the snow
melts from the streets,
the minute
the sun
leaves its warmth
on me,
I know I will soar
I will feel
RELEASE.
But right now
it all feels
plain
heartbreaking.