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Some thought-patterns are prisons, holding you back, locking you up. But once you find the key... That is what this poem is about.

Caged. (100)

Dsc02480by Michelle Seyner10 Apr 2014

I've been caged for far too long
while yearning to be free
but one day, in a flash of brilliance,
I managed to steal the key!

I left behind that prison
with its unforgiving bars
and I breathe the scent of freedom
and walk among the stars.

10 April 2014.
Michelle Seyner.