Caged Not Free Poem by Tess Rockenstire

Hostage in my own Cocoon,
No voice, mute of circumstanced.
Shroud of darkness is over me,
I am unable to speak my mind.

Rug of hopeless notion is around me,
Unable to escape this devilish he.
Wonton of hostility is greeted with hate.
My mind wants to scream,
I am chained beneath this skin.

I want to run away,
To the canopy of the forest shall I hide.
Deep in the mountain is quiet,
Birds, ducks and frogs-eyes before me.
Here, the counseled me to follow my instinct.