My body is a cage

This night i woke up all sweaty.
The nightmare had been as always.
My skin was transmorphed into bricks.
In front of my eyes were prisonbars.

Awoke i felt no different,
sure the bricks were skin.
There were no prisonbars.
But my body still felt like a cage.

My mind is like an eagle,
it roams the highest spheres
But unlike the eagle,
its wings are clipped

I try to break free,
but the cage remains.
The door doesn't yield.
No matter how hard i try.

Broken minded, I see some white chalk.
The walls become my paper
As words flow from my crayon
I feel my wings growing, even while the door holds