Gilded Cage
By: Stephanie Bardy

Dreams soar above my head just beyond my fingertips like ripe berries for my hungry soul.
Keys to the cage held by a shadow who dances in the dark of my secrets.
Door opens and yet I sit inside that cage, to afraid to see beyond my own insecurities.
Trapped inside a gilded cage of my own making.
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