A poem about a woman in a loveless bond she cannot leave

Confined and breathless

I feel like a caged bird that needs to fly.

 

I feel enslaved in this box

The box that has no key.

 

Over the hills and over the seas

Away from the prey and away from the tars

 

I need to fly. I need to see what the universe has to offer me.

I need to know why I am me. I need to know why is thee.

 

I feel enslaved in this box

The box that has no peep.

 

I need to see. I need to know. But why is it a defeating battle.

Why does it feel like it is a skip overflow with weathered rubble and tattle.

 

Why do I feel blind. Why do I feel untried. Why do I cry.

I am engaged in mind battles but cant see why.
I feel strangled with no breath to even die

 

I feel enslaved in this box

The box that has no mind.

 

I have made the efforts. I have walked the miles.

I have lived and loved and built the emotional house with the brick tiles.

 

It was a fairy tale in the flow. It was pretty and above my all and know

Life was bliss and I thought it would last forever. I was naïve and maybe had the gait of a butterfly a flutter.

 

When it threw its blow. I was not aware that this would be the start of a incessant flow.

It was like the house was stoned. The house was flawed. All was no longer thawed.

 

My love is no longer contained. I have loved at the heartfelt core and now feel non intertwined.

I try to leave and I know I want to .i try to see afresh and see what's further at the crest

 

I am not content. Maybe no more can ferment. All is lost. All is gone.

I have mourned. I have ignored. I have undergone every emotion in Bourne.

 

I feel enslaved in this box

The box that has no air

 

My family want me to stay. They say this is right and I need to play.

He is the epitome of perfection and loves me to distraction.

Why don’t they see that I have to bear the burden not they.

Why do they not see that they are toying with a fey.

 

I feel enslaved in this box

The box that has no oxygen

 

My soul wants experience. My soul wants colour.

My soul is not one to settle for any other

 

My path is grey and full of drab. It has no scale nor anything less than pale.

I walk this path in dismay and pray that one day I find a escaping may.