My letter to the caged girl
who had bitten me twice
was made of wire
once more and I would
turn
into the key and
she would become
me
my letter full of grammatical mistakes
I didn’t know how to express what needed to be
released
in a way it was me who was in the cage
and she
existing only
in my head
Really nice
Don’t we all have those demons living in our heads! They have a wire of growing out of control if we don’t nip them in the bud
Oh, I just saw the typo! Wire instead of way – or is it a Freudian slip 🙂
“turn into the key and she would become me…” the turn, the key to the poem, where the poem “turns,” where the meaning opens, like the door of the cage. beautifully done, skillful
Dear Ray, thank you so much my friend for your encouragement and appreciation it means so much to me
Break the cage and fly, because you always know you were meant into the sky.
Beautiful ! 🙂 (thank you)
You are welcome 🤗
We only ever meet ourselves … until we fully love our reflection. 👍🏾
YES! So true!
This is beautiful & has kept me awake. Thank you.
Dearest Kimberly, I would not wish to keep you awake though! Thank you so much! Much appreciated!