The invisible cage was tight enough to trap every dream,
Chains made of silence had bound sighs and hearts in an endless void of despair,
Where hope was swallowed whole, and nothingness reigned.
Having wandered through shadows, searching for hope,
Each dream had been a reminder of an endless fight and failure.
Darkness and light were trapped within the confines of an unseen embrace.
A realm depleted of colour and lost without a trace,
Whose walls were made of disquiet and the ceilings of doubt,
Each teardrop had been a reminder of the dreams that screamed out.
Yearned for freedom that dared just beyond,
A flicker of hope had kept the spirit fond.
The fences and chains were made of silence and fears deeply sown,
And each thought became a reminder of how far distress and anguish had shown.
The invisible cage was unseen but powerful,
Had held the wandering spirits captive for far too long.
Each day had felt like a ferocious struggle, and the nights had been long,
Crushed beneath the weight of what seemed so unfair.
Stares had looked to the sky where eagles had soared free,
While the stars remained bound, longing to flee.
In the abysm of the imagination, rebellion had ignited,
Boldness had broken through what once was blighted.
Desires had been filled with expectations beyond the realm of shadows,
As the senses wandered through the endless dark.
Each belief had turned to chains that dug deeper still,
Like a well without water or a promise that would never be fulfilled.
Though the cage had been hidden, its power had increased,
Everything turned to dust like shattered crystals.
In the garden of distress, the nightmares had bloomed and thrived,
Sorrows were carved on each leaf and petal.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
