Caged at Thirty
At thirty, she stands, a lone silhouette,
A life of dreams she hasnāt met.
An only child, her world so small,
A beating heart feels caged by all.
Her wings are clipped, her steps are stayed,
By a mother's love, though well displayed.
A fragile heart, its rhythm fraught,
Freedom's taste remains uncaught.
The streets call softly, the world out there,
But she's confined by tender care.
Not living, just breathing, day by day,
Her spirit longs to break away.
Yet hope flickers, a quiet spark,
A chance to chase the looming dark.
Perhaps one day she'll find her voice,
And claim her life, her own true choice.















