Wrought Iron Cage

Freedom always seems farther than it is

A cage of wrought iron surrounds me,
Cold, unfeeling, and unmoving.
I dream the day that I will be set free.
Gazing through the bars of my desolate home,
I envy the clouds that freely roam.
To just drift aimlessly,
Swimming through the vast and beautiful sky.
With nothing dragging me down,
I only think of how high I can fly.
Tears fall from my face as I struggle to break this cage.
Day after day,
I fight for the freedom I desire.
My despair not stifling my justified rage.
Time goes by and the bars begin to rust.
Freedom is within my reach,
Attainable in a single thrust.
So why do I stop?
What is this fear in my chest?
My heart beating rapidly,
Showing no signs of rest.
Then the thought entered my mind,
I’ve spent all my time dreaming.
Never questioning if I could even fly.
I have no wings to carry me.
And my flaws weigh me down,
I won’t even float if take that leap.
As steel shackles of doubt begin to form,
I look to the skies again.
Remembering why I struggled for so long.
So with a fire in my chest and nothing standing in my way.
I take the leap to join the clouds.
Knowing nothing can stand in my way.