This was written for OctPoWriMo. You can read my other entries here.
Caged
Yesterday I flung wide the door
of the cage I crept into in darkness.
Once the cage wasn’t a cage
but an amusement park, thrill rides,
Laughter, singing, hedonistic abundance
to which I abandoned myself---
repercussions be damned.
Steel bars grew closer controlling.
Happiness brewed less; wisdom regressed.
The cage became a crutch I clutched
The passage from knowing to being meanders
like any journey, trials/errors abound
Truth seeking,
ignoring.
Continuing even when terrain trips.
I tripped.
I continue to trip.
I may trip again.
But the cage door will only close if I let it.
Sascha Darlington
Love this one Sascha and it’s interesting how the cage is a support, and only a prison if the speaker lets the foot close.
Way to go on OctPoWriMo. Had to let it slide this year!
Thanks. I usually start out with the best intentions and then can’t finish. This year I have expectations.
You’re doing classes aren’t you? It’s understandable that that would take priority!