I was the bird in a cage
who never got to fly freely,
too domesticated to even
fly away
on its own.

i was the mango
who left his
tree
too early
too soon
and even in  my
golden stage
i still remain
bitter
to the very
end
.
.
.

There's only a
thin layer between
the seed and soil...
there's nothing
between the soil
and sky.
In truth, growth is
always complete...
even while growing.

Preparing for my
performance as I
tied my ballet shoes,
when i looked upon
the makeup table,
the vase with a
single red rose.
I took the small
antique box in my hands.
Can it play it's enchanting
tune once again?
The old clock was ticking
as i slowly turned
the little key...
Twirling behind her mirror
to the soft melody.
Delicate and gentle.
She smiles while dancing,
her pain has no voice.
Trapped inside her music box
only wishing to be free.
And when her blue eyes
began to sparkle, I realised...
that music box ballerina is me!