Temporary Holding Zone

I am stuck
Literally- locked in, caged, wings clipped.
I close my eyes, my ears prick at the suggestion of footsteps in the room.
I imagine them walking with purpose towards me, a key chain rustles
With great precision, they prise open the cage door
I taste, smell, touch and see freedom- happy tears flow.

But the cage is a self imposed one, it has no physicality
There are forces holding me back that I cannot articulate.
It is an inner state of turmoil.
Outwardly, this is evident in my behaviour
I am irritable, on edge and tired.

I am stuck but I know it won’t be forever
For the first time in a long time, I accept the situation for what it is and know it will pass
Each day I edge closer to a new beginning
As I wait it out, it is important to the search and find a silver lining in every situation
All those beautiful shiny lids on the ground, sparkling just for me.

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