Claustrophobia

I am stuck.
My car does not go,
And it is not safe to walk
On these icy, winding roads.

I still struggle,
Though I told them
I was ready to leave.
I wish I didn’t
Because now I spend my days alone
Just waiting for my dreams
To take me away
From this endless flatness.

I need to return
To my mountains.
I bounce my leg
And pace the house,
Wishing for an escape.

I must get out of here.
Now.