Un-caged Captivity
It was known from she was a tiny tot
that her quest was always to escape the cage
Her desperation grew hot
Only equaled by her rage
So they met
He gave her the key
She opted out of the net
Time rolled on
as a customary norm
But paradoxically the things that made her free
she now counts as captivity
So he cries in silent frustration
Doing his best to do better
But the more he tries
is the wider the bar gets higher
His saved soul longs for peace
But he gets disharmony from the one to whom he cleaves
For now she locks herself in a psychosomatic cage
made of iron and clay
And he works at opening the bars
Again praying for her emancipation day.
Austin G. Henry
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