Cage

I am wasting so much time being depressed.

Perhaps given too much time to reflect.

Always just wishing to turn the page.

But still here stuck in this cage.

Forever feeling like I'm walking through muck.

Making it difficult to become unstuck.

I am here to live and let live.

And I try not to be reactive,

It seems as my anxiety will not rest.

When I am this depressed.

But as I roll out of this cage and look to the sky,

And I remove the fog from my eyes.

I only then will begin to see,

That I am the one that caged me.

So if I wish to flee,

I begin to see I am the only one that can release me.