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My voice was a seed sleeping under centuries of shadow. The world spoke loudly, but my words walked softly like footsteps on sacred sand. Silence lived with me then- not cruel, only patient like an old baobab watching centuries pass. It told me: Stillness is safety. So I stayed within a quiet cage, woven not from iron but from fear's familiar fingers. Yet dawn is a stubborn storyteller. One morning the wind wandered through the grass whispering wild, wandering wisdom. The river answered in ripples, and the sky slowly opened its wide blue book. Then I understood: A bird is not born to memorize the shape of bars. The lock loosened like dry leaves leaving a branch. My voice rose gently- not thunder, but a soft song of returning. Joy came to sit beside me like sunlight on river water. Once I lived under a sentence of silence, but now my sentences breathe. And the cage, that quiet teacher, became an allegory of forgotten courage. Now I walk beneath the patient African sky, a free bird carrying the calm of an opened door.
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Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 7:20 AM UTC
Joy After The Cage
My voice was a seed sleeping under centuries of shadow. The world spoke loudly, but my words walked softly like footsteps on sacred sand. Silence lived with me then- not cruel, only patient like an old baobab watching centuries pass. It told me: Stillness is safety. So I stayed within a quiet cage, woven not from iron but from fear's familiar fingers. Yet dawn is a stubborn storyteller. One morning the wind wandered through the grass whispering wild, wandering wisdom. The river answered in ripples, and the sky slowly opened its wide blue book. Then I understood: A bird is not born to memorize the shape of bars. The lock loosened like dry leaves leaving a branch. My voice rose gently- not thunder, but a soft song of returning. Joy came to sit beside me like sunlight on river water. Once I lived under a sentence of silence, but now my sentences breathe. And the cage, that quiet teacher, became an allegory of forgotten courage. Now I walk beneath the patient African sky, a free bird carrying the calm of an opened door.
This poem reflects a journey from silence to freedom, using calm and symbolic imagery inspired by African landscapes and ancestral guidance. It celebrates the quiet resilience of the human spirit and the joy of reclaiming one’s voice.
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Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 7:20 AM UTC
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