Trapped, yet freed

April 19, 2020


With nowhere to go and nothing to do,

our minds drift to the what if’s and why now’s?

A sadness creeps in to cracks that deepen,

with each passing day and missed occasion

Life is less predictable than we had hoped,

while time plays hide and seek with no guarantee

of ever being found, of ever being caught

You can feel trapped in solitary confinement

while surrounded by windows and beating hearts

Or you can cherish the breeze and the birds

because your soul is finally still enough to feel and hear

What if this was needed, why not now?


This is the eleventh (#11) in a series of 100-word posts I plan to write. My ultimate goal is to create 100 of these 100-word posts in no set time frame. Thanks for following along!

Written by Heidi Woodard

2 responses to Trapped, yet freed


    You used the word sadness. Yes. People keep talking about anxiety and depression, but it is sadness I’ve battled the most. But, I find ways to win the battles. Birds. Bugs. Breezes. There’s probably things that don’t start with B, but I’ll look for them tomorrow. 😊