I am a prisoner in a cage,
A fiery cage of my own device.
Oh, this confine is golden, beautiful beyond belief,
But aesthetics has nothing to do with its making;
For it is but a ruse, set to deceive
A prisoner like me.
Fear, that is what my cage is made of
And I glory in its dark catacombs of despair.
Fear, the most abject and limp of reasons
Can be the most powerful excuse.
To withdraw than to choose;
To remain than to venture.
Then one day, I saw beyond my golden cage
A glimpse of the blue sky beckoning
And in my heart I felt a stirring
A spark, a flame, a burning ache.
And I struggled --
God, how I struggled, fought, strained...
Now, I sit despite exhaustion
My ramrod back refused respite
And through the bars, the blue expanse...
Freedom! So near, so maddeningly out of reach
"Have I struggled in vain?"
I asked, my eyes looking inwards
And a stranger's voice said,
"The answer is within."