Poetry | Stories | Photography
The metal bars constrain you, but you can see the sun and the moon.
You walk, but never without constrained strides.
You are a beautiful bird caught and placed in a cage for another’s amusement.
Will you pick the lock or die afraid?
It’s up to you to change fate.
There is something gentle
and uplifting about a yellow
rose in the spring.
It blooms, even
from within a cage.
The roses in this caged garden
remind me that beauty can be
found from within a prison, even
if that prison is within one’s mind.
C & K 