Fear's Consequence

A very accurate view of how I feel lately.




She woke up in a cage.
She thought she had been running.
Through tall grass, so high, the sky was seen in slivers.
She felt her body, shoulders, stomach, arms, legs and all
Those forbidden places in between.
But they weren’t hers anymore.
The earth had caged her in it’s bosom, and she could no longer run.
Circumstance had held her with iron bars, a prison of comfort and ease.
And now the sky that was once slivers through reeds that reached the sky,
Was instead seen through cracks in hard metal.
She woke up in a cage.
She thought she was flying, on wings made of feathers woven with gold.
So high in the sky that the world below was hardly noticed at all.
She felt her mind, thoughts, images, wishes, dreams, and all those forbidden places in between.
But they weren’t hers anymore.
Her life had led her into a trap without escape.
A maze without an exit, that she welcomed to wander, that she detested with her entire heart.
With each moment she screeched and struggled and fought.
And each thought she felt had once been real, and each freedom she’d lived a thousand times
But only in her mind.
It was never hers.
She woke up in a cage.
A cage forged with fear and the pressure to please a world before herself.
A fortress to keep her from the very thing she was to afraid to want, to need.
The live free.