Free Me From This Cage

With an anchor on my soul,

There’s no way to become whole.

A locked door without a key:

How it feels to trap the honesty.

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I need to speak my truth,

Before I’ve wasted all my youth,

But, fear keeps the bird trapped,

Even when the cage door is cracked.

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When he finally takes flight,

Fear keeps him at low heights.

No way to live a life,

Being stuck in internal strife.

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But, there’s comfort in this cage,

That will be lost when I turn the page.

And how does one manage to cope,

When he has lost all sense of hope?

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Does he fly with unsteady wings?

When the rain comes, does he still sing?

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Comfort is just a word,

Matters none to the little bird.

For me, it’s my whole world,

All that’s known by this little girl.

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But a life of that is no way to grow.

There’s no room for that in the comfort zone.

A life spent in shackles isn’t a life at all,

Nor is always searching for one’s own downfall.

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My fear has allowed me to remain safe.

My worry has made me who I am today.

But maybe safety and comfort aren’t all that good.

Why is it then that they’re all I’ve understood?

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Maybe speaking the truth won’t be so hard.

Maybe the life I want and the one I have aren’t so far apart.

Maybe the danger in uncertainty is what I actually need.

Maybe then, from this cage, I will finally be freed.

 

By: J. Brock

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