Caged

In darkness she hides,
In darkness alone.

Showing no sign
Of anyone at home.

Her heart a barren desert
Of so much lost hope, never once allowing her to cope.

Her mind a shining place of imagery
Where the insanity won’t let her mope.


She was a stranger, an outsider
Though friendly with some

She was never the best friend,
Or the first asked to come.

One day the fake smile
Fell from her face.

Her counterfeit happiness,
Gone without trace.

What was the point
To pretend for them all?


No one was waiting to pick up her pieces,
For they would surely fall.

Alone in a corner she sits
Puzzling things that nobody should.

Thinking deeply on life, death, and love
Simply because she could.

Where was her meaning, her purpose in life,
It had dropped through the hole in the pocket of her soul

With the keys she typed of memorable, maybe painful things
The screen her body, the keyboard her knife

And she drearily cut deep,
Into her mind and others that did alight

The passions of sorrow,
Which one holds oh so tight

So with style
And determination

She implored her mind,
Delved into her imagination.

Again she sought to pick up her knife,
And mark upon the soul of the world.

She stirred the population of the earth,
As her ideals of life whirled,

Out of her mind
Onto the page

The best of her soul,
No longer in a cage.

She created a place
Of beauty and peace

That her characters reached
After a vast amount of page space

The girl finally smiled and looked back at the
World and stepped into majesty

And if anyone discover,
As she knew they would

She wouldn’t be found,
Some people never understood.

Her happiness was
Worth the pain

Even through the backwards path
She had found something to gain.