In the depths of my silent cage,
Shadows dance upon the walls;
Echoes of dreams now disengaged,
Whispering tales of endless falls.

Chains of time, unseen yet tight,
Bind my heart in unseen threads;
The world outside, a distant light,
As hope within slowly spreads.

My thoughts are birds with clipped wings,
Their songs muted, their flight denied;
In the quiet, a memory clings,
Of skies where freedom once abides.

Yet in this stillness, I find a voice,
A gentle strength that softly pleads;
To embrace the darkness as a choice,
And find light in the smallest deeds.