no one
held the key
no one
had locked the door

she felt helpless
powerless
vulnerable
bolted within
the walls

imaginary barriers
built over years

unable to undress
the obstacles
while feigning happiness
in a psychologist session

disgruntled content
unable to process

she spoke
in the answers
of questions
never asked

she spoke
with wisdom
she claimed
was not
her own

she spoke
of love
in letters
never opened

she spoke
with never
revealing

learning that
waiting
………… waiting
…………………….. waiting

she
lost in thought

her goal
merely
a daydream away
remaining true
to her vision
future focusing

while
trivial frustrations
slip through fingertips

no longer grasping at straws
solutions
spinning in her head
waiting patiently
to reveal
the scheme

there