when its lonesome
its alone
perhaps
i live in a cage
it was forced on me
by and by
it grew on me
i liked it
or not
encased
secure
but
caged
one day i chanced
upon life
metamorphosed
my cage
my case
in a shackle
no more my
anchor
i try
i cry
i moan
to breakfree
alone me
from lonliness.....................
a butterfly in a cage...a case of secured loneliness...an effective write on the selected theme...well done, Trinity 10
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Like this a lot, Trinity - reminds me of my own 'Butterfly child', but yours captures the fluttreing fragility far better. Keep it up!