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,
Mieke
