Muse: Images from Siksha Haritwal
I was seven, & things were still perfect
but how long can a soul day dream before reality strikes,
I can run, & run but the truth will always catch up,
Trapped in a cage of my own making, he will forever hold me,
I keep looking for a ray of hope, a sunflower in this cage,
Something to help me escape, to set me free but in vain.
A year ago, I met this person, pretty like me,
he took me to movies, & took me to parks,
Kissed me on the forehead, gifted me flowers,
It was like living in a movie,
every moment felt like a music video,
Any moment now he would break into song, & dance.
promises never last, he did always love me,
But a little too much, he expected my life to be his.
it’s like I love the sun, but too much of it can burn me,
he started to burn me, it started to hurt,
& so it ended, but he never left my dreams, my mind
with time, I build this cage made from his memories,
It’s hard to accept that something you love isn’t good for you.
as I tell you my story, I feel this little nudge to stand up,
to search one more time for an opening, to not give up,
I see a sunflower at one end of the cage.