Oppressed Creation

The artist in me is screaming out,
She wants to be unleashed.
A thousand days behind locked doors,
This entrapment must be ceased.
Inspiration fights to tear
down the walls of her cell.
Her heart beats fast, a caged dove,
Depression begins to swell.
A slow dive down, she fears the bottom,
When she reaches it, where will she be?
A fragment of herself, beauty brought down,
To darkness; she can no longer breathe.