I loathe the cage in the corner of the garden.
A cage hangs in an antique shop.
The cage of neglect since the birth of my first child.
I detest the cage of conservatism that weakens the spirit.
The cage that confines a wounded woman within her troubled mind.
As a child—bright as the backyard sunflower—I wept the first time I saw a cage full of beautiful doves.
Unspoken,
Frightened,
I realised the sad side of humankind.
Shahla Latifi
March 2025
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Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A small, old wooden cage sits in the corner of the front lawn at the end of a charming historic neighbourhood. Although I pass it several times a week, I never seem to grow accustomed to the sorrowful feeling it evokes. The cage mournfully whispers to me: I am locked away. I am the embodiment of injustice, oppression, and torture. - Photo taken yesterday.
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A sad poem of confinement whether real or metaphorical. Yet we are all in our own mortal cages of flesh and bone. From this cage the only escape is fatal.
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The sentiment of being trapped and all that goes with it, poignant write
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