By Daniella Djiogan
I am trapped, imprisoned
Not the way you think
Not with chains and iron bars
Not in a small cell with strangers on either side
NO! I am trapped in my own house
In the four walls of my room where I sleep day-in day-out
I am my own prisoner and guard
I may choose to escape, but I fear something
Something which might leave me broken for life
Something which might make me regret my decision to escape
Something which terrifies me
And at the same time forces me to enjoy my prisoned life
Something which constantly reminds me “Oh! It could be worst out there”
Should I take the gamble, or should I play it safe…but till when?
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So, here I am…wondering whether to escape or not
As I look at the key that lies on my right palm
Shake my head, let out a big sigh, and agree “It’s not yet time”.
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