Trapped Thoughts

I feel Trapped. 

My mind trying to escape on paper, 

only half makes it. 

Only half sees the light of day, while

the other half remains locked away. 

The only hope I have for saving it is to read. 

Anything and everything until 

my thoughts are so strong and so loud 

they break free from their cell, 

leaping to paper, filling

a page, 

a book, 

a bookcase. 

I’ll continue to read so my mind stays free, 

never to return to its’ immobilized state. 

Never again will my 

dreams, 

riddles, 

thoughts

and schemes 

be untold.