The Cage of my own Making

The cage of my own making
Is impossible to find
It’s wider than the universe
Yet smaller than a hazel shell
And dwells deep in my mind

It grows through my milennia
Like oyster round a pearl
It has no edge to speak of
Yet bounds me more securely
It’s tendrils round me curl

It shapes my words and actions
My personality
And limits my achievements
Constrains my growth and goodness
So I am never free

I have no power to fight it
It owns me till I see
My true life being stolen
And reach for help to reclaim
The woman truly me

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