Poetry about passion and struggle – A cherub in a cage

A Cherub in a cage

 

A cherub is caged inside me,

I unlock it and let it be free.

I let it flutter its wings in night

when nobody is looking,

when they are resting after a long day sleep.

 

A cherub is caged inside me,

I secretly take it out and play with it whole night.

I hide it away from hunters.

They deem it as a witch that rules over heart.

I don’t let them sense my cherub is alive.

In the morning, I put it back in the cage.

Sometimes it resists, but it understands,

I’m under the spell of society,

hypnotized to follow social norms.

It understands I have forgotten my identity

and I pretend to act like them.

It understands everything,

perhaps that is the reason it never asks

me to liberate itself.

But I let it flutter its wings in night. I guess

it is the only way to keep it alive,

perhaps it makes me feel alive.


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