The Invisible Cell Poem by Philip St. Cyr

I am trapped in an invisible jail cell
surrounded from all angles by metal bars
incapable of escaping
for years this prison I have created for myself
led my naive mind to believe I was well protected
well protected from the dangers and fears of the outside world
protected from regrets and disappointment,
heartache and disloyalty
but, unaware therein lies a greater danger
The isolation leaves me cold and seemingly emotionless
while the view of outside between each bar
fills me up with loneliness
my caged atmosphere leaves my character flawed
confined to the space within
I want to relieve myself of the enclosure
but, I am insecure
Untrusting of leaving my secured region
to venture off into the surrounding
the reality of the outside world;
the world outside of my cell
I remained put until someone glanced and saw me
then spoke to me until my trust was attained
I decided that I should leave my my cell for just a short while
just in case of any signs of trouble I could readily retreat
As I try to escape from the caged cell that I created
I experienced much difficulty
slowly I began to realize that it was impossible
in just a few, short moments to open
what I spent my whole life closing