Restless

Tiny threads of silver lightning
criss-cross and double-knot
over my skin, burning
drawing red warning signs that tell me No
This is not where I should be

There is one silver thread
trailing out of sight, and I want to know
if it leads somewhere worth going
because these threads feel like prison bars

I want to know how to feel settled
in this silver cage
These threads wrap tighter
with each day I'm not
where I should be