Coiled

Steel rods; intertwined,
Clasping tight the deep chambers of my thoughts.

Inseparable are those coils,
Numerous are they in number, quite tangled.

Futile are my faint attempts;
They refuse to untangle, but clasped in tighter.

Desperate, tired, but determined to uncoil;
They find joy in bearing witness to my panic.

I look around and find similar coils everywhere,
Worn out hands struggling to untie those knots.

Some harder, more coiled than others;
But each intricate in their own ways.

Probing for a way to vent out the breathlessness,
I took assistance from a friend- quite efficient.

As I bled blue on to the white stretch of a levelled sheet,
I felt myself uncoil! I felt myself breathe!