Blocked

It feels like I'm a bird closed in a box. A magic box that has a little window to see the whole world, laughing people, the sun, the sky, but cannot escape, cannot live, touch, be. Like I'm blocked. I cannot find the key, cannot break the locks. And there is a lot of energy, a lot of power that is eager to be, to find its way out. Help me leave, help me fly again.

Like a bird