When I was a child, I adored the countryside—
The peaceful fields the whistling in the trees,
The wide expanse of green and gold,
The stars shining stark bright in the vast dark sky.
Now?
I hate it.
It’s the cage I’ve always feared, that makes my heart
squeeze
The lungs suffocate, draining part of my living brain.
I’m done screaming and not being heard.
Even if I’m not comfortable, even if it isn’t perfect,
Even if I’m apprehensive, or even scared—
I’m going to use the truth,
Actions
Louder than words
Are going
to speak.
My silence, my absence
Will be heard.
And the
cage
I’ll force it to disappear.
