These Cages Felt

I push and pull,
Turn handles,
Fling open windows,
Race down streets,
Run up hills,
Stand on mountains
With sea
And sky
And air
And me;
There is nothing else.
Yet, I am not free,
Never free,
From me.
This cage is felt
But unseen;
It is unbreakable.

8 thoughts on “These Cages Felt

      1. Lol, likely truer than either of us know. This is the heart, soul and beauty of writing: the way reading good writing makes us feel because of the prevailing human connection. You always nail it.

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