I stare at the swinging door
For a while.
Minutes ago, it was full
Of colourful birds
Until I was fed up of their sweet songs
And hurled the cage open.

One by one,
I saw all my dreams,
Hopes, expectations
Fly into the oblivion.

You see,
Having dreams is good,
Until you realise
Just how far away
From your reach
They'll always be.

Hope is a fair maiden,
Until it drowns your present
And makes you oblivious
To your reality,
Just like the Sirens' song.

And expectations,
It's a wild thing
Beautiful, but lethal.
It will devour you in silence
As you start finding faults
In others as well as yourself.

You see, these pretty little birds
With their melodious chirping
Will continue ringing in your ears
Until you can't hear anything else

Your mind becomes numb
As your emotions take control
Paralyzing, restricting you
Making you struggle for every breath.

So, I got up one day and
Threw the cage door open,
Shooing those vile creatures away.

The now empty cage
Stared back at me
Even as I realised
What I've just done.

You see, we were having
A silent debate on who was
More hollow from the inside,

The cage or me?

- Anushka
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Thankful to @miraquill for giving this platform, it's like my little bubble where I can let my imagination and creativity loose.

I know the above work doesn't match the exact requirements of the prompt, but I'm still grateful to the team for giving me someplace to start.
Have a good day :)

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