I was robbed of my soul, my voice,
Pushed into darkness, with no one to scream to, no one to call,
I was locked up in cage filled with blood, tears and a loud echo of my voice that was stolen, by a thief who came with a smile but is a cold blooded killer
My silence is a story once crushed, my silence is my friend
Lost, loved and now locked up, with a gun held to my head, with a stolen voice asked to scream but forced to silence
Ask to speak but words so heavy
Asked to write but words so hard
A soul once light now so heavy
A heart once light now so dark
A mind once light now dead
A voice once heard now stolen
The Broken Cage”
They built me a cage
And called it safety.
Barred the light,
Then told me to shine
Within four rusting walls
And a sky made of lies.
It wasn’t gold,
But it glittered
With guilt,
With silence,
With every “no”
Dressed up as protection.
I sang once.
Soft.
Hopeful.
They told me to hush,
That freedom was dangerous,
That wings break
When dreams get too high.
So I stopped dreaming.
Stopped flying.
Stopped asking why
The lock never fit
But still kept me inside.
Until
The cage cracked.
Not all at once.
A whisper,
A wind,
A cry I didn’t know was mine.
A rusted hinge screamed,
And I listened.
A single bar snapped,
And I reached.
It hurt
To stretch,
To believe,
To bleed where the metal had kissed too long.
But I didn’t stop.
Didn’t fold back in.
Didn’t pretend
That brokenness meant belonging.
Now the cage lies open,
A grave for the girl
Who thought pain was home.
And I
I am wind now.
I am wing.
I am all the flight
They said I’d never bring.
Now she, me, I am free