The Cage

The Cage is a profound poem that shows the reality of comfort zone..

We dwell where comfort softly lies,
Beneath familiar, painted skies.
But life will push, and fear will rise —
A storm behind our sheltered eyes.

At first, we fight, we freeze, we flee,
Mistaking growth for agony.
But slowly, in that foreign space,
We learn to breathe, adapt, embrace.

Yet fear returns, a whispered call,
To run behind the fortress wall.
Each time we hide, the walls grow tall,
And piece by piece, we start to fall.

What once felt safe becomes a snare,
A golden cage of subtle care.
And in its depths, alone, confined,
We lose the best of heart and mind.

But face the fear — just once, stand true —And see how small it shrinks for you.
That step, though hard, is where it starts:
The breaking open of your heart.

For peace is sweet, but freedom's flame
Burns brighter than the safest name.
No cage can hold the soul that dares —
To meet its fear — and climb the stairs.