The Cage

Cage

I yearn to break free

Free from this horrible mess of a room

Free from this dump of a house

Free from this miserable routine

I need a break.

I want to stab that creature

Whose ugly children I bore

Who stripped my body of its beauty

Who has made me an emotional wreck.

For whom I let my dreams vanish into thin air.

He has ruined me.

I want to scream my heart out

At those despicable 'trainers' of mine

Who taught me how to behave

Who polished and tamed me

So that I could be given as his prize

That could be abused, kicked and manhandled

And yet, retain its form.

The fingers that would hold a pen

Was manicured and groomed.

It now holds a ladle.

The toes that gracefully glided on the dance floor

Is now restricted to the kitchen floor.

The mind that once brimmed with ideas

Is fully occupied now

With thoughts of slaving over this galley

Keeping the cage clean

And taming the two young devils

That are an extension of him.

I pack my belongings, a few

Triumphantly, I break free from the cage.

Relieved, bold and happy

I venture out to face the world.

Suddenly, I  feel something tug at my shoulders

I turned around to face the person.

I saw my doppelganger.

"Reality, is my name", she says

"Darling think about it

Can you battle the wolves that are lurking out there?

Can you even earn your own bread?

Where do you have the skills for that?

A domestic goddess is what you were trained to be.

You are 'safe' only within your cage."

Saying so, she disappears.

Her words are daggers called truth.

They  stab very inch of me

My precious blood oozes out

It drains away along with my life.

My lifeless body walks back

To my cage, where it shuts itself in.

For how long can the zombie possibly live there?