The Cages We Built

The mind. The heart. The war and rebellions of both. A poem is meant to make you think, or make you feel.

The Cages We Built builds up like a house, brick by brick revealing what is truly meant by the title of the book.

Self-love and mental health are a major takeaway. But what's a good poetry collection without a little love, lust and heartbreak?

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Ain't what's bad supposed to eventually leave you alone?
All along I've had me
Happy me and sad me
Ain't what's good supposed to eventually find in you a home?

Don't fall for the pretending of things
When they go wrong, it's not what it seems
Don't shrivel your throat with silent screams
Silence is enlightening but sometimes it dims

I am learning to fall
And what it means to fly
I am learning to let go
Of what doesn't want to be mine

I am kissing myself
In a calm breeze
I am finally able
To anticipate my most intimate needs