my golden cage

once upon a time,
actually, not to long ago.
I was one of 'them'.
the dark poet,
the sad poet,
the Heartbroken poet.
Angst.
Hope.
Love.
Dark.
Personal.

those are my categories
inescapable.
unavoidable
blindsided by his betrayal
tailgated into a relationship
unprepared,
unhappy.
i left
but not completely
a part of me, a part of me
i thought had died
was still holding onto him.
i could feel it
and i didn't trust it
i ran from it
but then i realized
i was over Him
the one who cut his losses
and threw me to the dogs
i was over him
of course there was still love  
but he didn't have all of it
not even a complete fraction
he had one atom of my love
when this other
this one who tried to make me see
see that i was free
the chains were gone
those golden bars where lifted
and now I'm free to fly

caught up once again
I'm bars of golden sheen
the door left open
free to love
live
and be free