Found in my  writings from 1972:

Frozen in time, immobile, sit I.

All that I have ever been in with me still,

keeping me, stifling me.

My shackles are the bars of a play pen.

I am a frightened child, even as I sit

holding a child

who is holding a doll.

But there are no big people

anymore

in mine.

Where have they gone?