#1992-Resolve
13/01/2023
Dangling anxiously,
On a dry, greyish day.
Piled up words feel blocked.
Inside a rusty cage, locked.
Head full of doubt,
With no one about,
To hear me talk.
I look to the sky,
As birds aimlessly fly,
Knowing I must wait,
For perhaps days,
Before the tide turns.
