Cage

When I first came into the world,
You put me in a beautiful cage –
A present you got when you were young;
You promised it would keep me safe

You said the bars were always there
To stop the world from getting in;
That everything outside of them
Could only ever lead to sin

I learned to love the shape of it,
And learned to hate the light that shone
Up from the windows looking down
Outside my sacred metal home

I thought that this was happiness –
To suffer and obey with pride,
And so I never questioned when
You smiled and fed me “medicine”

I quickly learned to feel ashamed,
When holding tight my little cage;
I hated that I could not stop
Thinking of ways I could escape

One day I saw a bird outside
And saw how free and far he flew
Without a cage to keep him safe
Or rules to tell him what to do

Then I thought about your words,
And how I trusted for so long,
Believing all the lies you told:
The poison that I’d swallowed whole

That day I knew I’d grown too big,
As the cage around me groaned and cracked,
And so I bent its fragile bars,
And promised never to go back.

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