Something is keeping me from moving.
From moving on,
From moving past,
From moving ahead.
Something is keeping me standing still.
Unable to walk away,
Unable to look around,
Unable to just take steps.
It’s like the roots of a tree,…
Keeping it tied to the ground,
So it won’t ever learn to fly
And just stay where it is right now.
Always the same place to look at,
The tiring consistency of not-moving.
I sure feel like a tree, because I am
Not getting anywhere. Never.
Inspired by „Poetry 101 Rehab“
Hosted by Andy Townend