Periodically I get trapped inside
My mind.
My body knows it should
Stand up,
Should move.
My eyes try to look
Out the window.
I want to go outside and inhale life and
Lay in the sun
But
Then the thought of it all;
Moving myself,
Makes me cry.
Exhausts me.
And all goes silent
In my head.
The connection is lost
And every thought becomes
Slow motion
Until I remain
Motionless
And call it a draw.
Chole Into Diamonds 
wow. hard truth. beautiful work
Thank you for taking the time to read it:-) I grateful your comment.
I relate to this. This is expressed so well.
Thank you, though I am sorry you can relate💛
You’re always welcome