Trapped
My mind tries to lead me
out of the maze of my thoughts,
even as it builds it.
Rabbit holes to dive through,
hedgerows to clamber over,
small streams to jump.
While my feet are in boots of lead,
too heavy to take the next step,
paths opening and closing at once.
And still my mind keeps whirring.
If this poem is part of a poetry exercise, you captured one meaning of the word 'trapped' quite intimately - and very precisely. Almost surgical in its economy. I liked it very much!
Love it! I’m not far behind but just as lost 😅