Trapped inside an invisible cage,
looking out in hopeless resignation, your wings long clipped.
Life hasn’t been kind to you.
Your dreams and desires
cover the floor like leaves blowing in the wind
on a cold autumn’s day.
Hope replaced by sorrow,
a lone figure at the edge of the river.
Life, mocking your childish aspirations,
moves forward, days turning into nights.
Nights turning into days.
Lost somewhere in the endless flow of time,
carried away by the current.
Heartache locked away,
the key suspended between past and present.
Your future in suspense,
imprisoned by grief.
Surrounded by a love
unable to mend the pieces,
the ability existing within you alone…
My dearest sister:
Your cage is also your strength,
drawing power from you, its source.
A reflection of you, for the more solid the cage,
the stronger its engineer.
Find the key to your cage,
unlock the door, and join me.
My plea may seem impossible.
Your journey back will be filled with old and new pain.
You may be tempted to give up.
The familiar may sometimes be easier to bear
than the fight for your freedom.
But, in case you’ve forgotten this truth,
you are a warrior, unstoppable.
Remember that girl long ago,
sharing yet another joke,
confronting life head on.
Fight for her.
Fight for you.
To an amazing and beautiful woman inside of whom beats the heart of a lion ♥
©2016 Brenda Baker