caged
As the years pass me by,
I've remained stuck in a cage.
Built up by my fears,
made strong by my rage.
I sometimes get to wander free in a garden filled with color.
A blissful peace within myself, forgotten moments after it's discovered.
Retreating back to the comforts of my cage.
A confinement of my mind, body, and soul.
Copyright © jenna clarke | Year Posted 2025
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