I am my cage

I am my cage,
A room full of fears,

Surrounded with bars,
Made out of tears,

It is impetuous,
Yet quiet as well,

Lovely but,
My own living hell.

Dear WHI's,

I wrote this poem because my life can sometime feel like this.
Whether I am limiting myself because of fears or insecurities it can feel like being trapped in a cage. A cage from which you cannot escape even though you make it yourself. If you ever feel like this and would like to talk to someone, you can always send me a postcard!

Loads of love,