Captive not Claimed
I know the bars.
I know the ceiling.
I know the walls stitched from rules I did not write.
Still—
I reach.
Still—
I dig nails into stone,
not because I believe it will yield,
but because if I stop,
the cage will have claimed me completely.
I am chained but not surrendered.
Broken, but not bowed.
There is no winning here.
There is only choosing:
to push anyway.
to burn anyway.
In that raw and ragged insistence to reach
I remain free.
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