Caged Potential Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

They told me 'all of my cages were mental'. So I got wasted like all my potential And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad I have a lot of regrets about that

They told me my cages were all in my head,
That I held the key to unlock what lay ahead.
But instead of freedom, I found solace in vice,
Wasting away my potential, like a roll of the dice.

My words, once a weapon to slay my foes,
Now haunt me with regret, like sharpened blows.
In my anger, I lashed out, not caring who got hurt,
Leaving scars that time has struggled to avert.

The bars of my mind, though invisible to all,
Kept me trapped, unable to heed reason's call.
I drowned my sorrows, numbed the pain within,
Unaware that the cost was my very soul to win.

Now I stand amidst the ruins of what could have been,
Haunted by the ghosts of the person I should have seen.
The cages were mental, yet no less real to me,
A prison of my own making, where I refused to be free.

But still, I hold the key, hidden deep within,
A chance to break free, to start anew, to begin.
For even the most rusted of souls can shine once more,
If only they have the courage to open that door.