Caged and Abused

A Dismal Cycle Finally Broken

Caged and Abused

Hiding in a dark space staring out behind closed eyelids, imagination is hope and though it's glimmer is faint holding on is the only option. Shaky hands pull away this quiet space and voices carrying anger reverberate against the soul fusing unbelonging hatred into this world. Fear shivers inward and that selfsame light begins to dim. When all hope seems lost in the midst of this chaotic cycle, courage rises to muster a final reach; longing eyes and a face wrapped with wishes to hard to speak turn to clamped teeth and focused eyes. Shoving hard, sounds unknown bellow out of hiding and legs carry life into the hands of the crowd. A foreign feeling ripples throughout, eyes well with tears, and on the back of rehearsed words practiced in dark moments rides the future.