I stare at the cage that entraps me,
knowing that I will never be free.
The walls were built with my own hands,
and the cuffs I wear I locked those bands.
This prison was meant to keep me from harm,
but now I’m trapped and can not disarm.
The bars were meant to keep danger out,
as I sit all alone my thoughts fill with doubt.
My prison of protection has become a jail,
but on to new places I’m afraid to sail.
The irony here is that I hold the key,
but I’m not quite ready to set myself free.