For she who dreamed with eyes wide open,
Reality became mere notion
She lay curled in foetal position,
In the womb of a Utopia of personal cognition
Indifferent, languishing in this gilded cage,
The forsaken watched the other-world rage
A peaceful existence she led in this entrapment,
These self-inflicted confines of detachment
Until something in her world went amiss
She yearned for warmth, longed for a kiss
A dozen winters passed, many a spring sprung
Still she ached to dance, catch a snowflake on her tongue
Smothered by a fabric of her own construct
Asphyxiated, she started to self-destruct
Questioning the change she’d begun to affect,
Delving inwards, she began to introspect
She emerged wielding the sword for her redemption,
Rusty chains were slashed, arms freed from constriction
Breaking out of herself, fingers stretched to the sky
New wings were unfurled, it was time to fly.
©Akanksha Chauhan
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