Sad
February is
A melancholy month for me
This year I’ll make an effort
To simply let it be
Sitting won’t be easy
Nor will it cure this agitation
Like bare feet trapped
In woolen socks
I’ll wait it out this iteration
— A.R.
Going Within by Holly Olivia Pendergast
sometimesihatemycat 
‘Like bare feet trapped
In woolen socks’
this sold it for me
Thank you. That is actually where the poem began, it gave me a felt sense of what I wanted to convey.