Caged

I have always felt so

caged

like a bird whose wings were clipped

for its own safety

now unsure

where it belongs without its flight.

~

I’ve always felt

contained

emotions wound

like thread upon a spool

wrapped up and ready,

soon, to snap.

~

They tell us freedom brings danger

that we shouldn’t step

too far and cross the line

better to hide how we feel

what we want

what we love.

~

And I fear that

when I fly, untaught

I’ll fall

and face the consequence.

But my wings are broken anyway

I may never see the sky.

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