Caged

I learned from a young age
That my lines in the play were under lock and key,
All the while in denial –
I was on display for all to see.

I reveled in the novel praise.
I was the big fish on cloud nine,
Blinded by the lights;
Finding solace into the night sipping cherry wine.

But with curtains ever-drawn,
It didn’t take long for me to resent
What I thought would be
My only shot at fulfillment.

I learned from a young age
That I was a performer, a stone corner,
Equipped for the stage; born into a cage.
And now I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be me.

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Photographer Unknown

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About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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