A way out?

A way out?

Words cannot express the imagery I seek
The pages lack what the mind remembers
the sea of events collected as one
the body, the soul, the being.

Dreams have not been captured.
Whispers have not been heard.
Desires sink in the depths of the mind.

Quiet with heart ache, confusion and despair
she wants out,
the girl from within

Yet, actions have not come.
The cohesion to pull them together is lacking.
Its secrets have been crushed with logic and purpose

for years

How do I now look past those weaved theories
to find a way into the future life?

That which is not held by just logic alone but
riveted with the art of expression?