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Apr 2012
trapped inside this cage
sitting, waiting for a new day
letters written, scratched into the floor,
only way out, through the bolted door.

light beams in the cage
through the sheet,
the opening,
allowing only mine eyes to see
the new beginning of what it should be.
This is a response to "Trapped" that was written in 1999 for an English class, 5 minutes before the class began. the teacher asked how i came up with it so fast. i told her it was i left in a room with out a window to see out, and a door she patrolled. needless to say, i was the only to this day to describe that room as if it were a cage. most others compare it to things they know already. i depicted my self as a bird, trying desperately to get out to fly around outside. watching life fly by me and i had no immediate control of myself.

i have since learned to control that door that opens.
Written by
April Hapner  F/Tennessee
(F/Tennessee)   
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