“You’ve become your own cage,
bars forged from fears you once called armor,
now rusted, bleeding into the veins of your dreams.
Each step is tethered to the weight of who you were,
but that old skin no longer fits your bones.


Look down—
your shadow clings like a desperate lover,
begging you to stay.
But beyond the edge, the wind whispers
of freedom,
of shedding this worn-out shell.”