• _anushka__ 57w

    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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    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.
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    You see, we were having
    A silent debate on who was
    More hollow from the inside,
    The cage or me?

    - Anushka