A Lion In A Cage

I am the Lion locked in the cage pacing the floor. I am the Phoenix rising from the ashes of the fires set before. I am the cliches of writers past-of their darkness & struggles, living a life constantly charging through rubble. I am a warrior, a fighter, a back handed smile, a no choice given, too young, too delicate infantile. Searing pain messed up brain with a body too young to be failing. I’m 27 I’m 28 this part was supposed to be honey and smooth sailing. Day in day out stuck within these prison walls. Eight times I have been trapped here, listening to the sounds of the outside & of the freedom that it calls. I scale and I fall and I struggle and scream and cry and beg and plead. My heart stays strong, my lungs won’t give out, but my tired soul is in desperate need. I need the battles to come to an end, I have fought more than I ever bargained for. And here I am yet again behind these walls thinking I had conquered that war. But I see in your eyes my future, my wedding, my children, my home by the sea. And I feel all my loved ones, present and past falling in beside me. I live the heartache, I battle the sadness, & stare into the pits of hell. But hells not a solution, no home for a girl like me. So I climb out of the darkness, and Ill never turn back. I walk away full of love, optimistic, and free. Death is easy. Life is hard. But I choose life. I choose hope. I choose me.

-Brittany Jane DeNorscio