In a fragile cage of reality,
A part of me is trapped.
Escaping is not easy,
The pull is stronger than my push.
Reluctance is building what impatience had destroyed;
Even the unbound realms of my mind
Now know what to avoid.
A part of me is trapped,
And that what is free,
Revolts against what I think I am.
I fear breaking this aviary
For what seems unreal is unearthly.
Stuck in this game of ‘true-untrue’,
I realize the meaning of acceptance;
All that impatience had destroyed
Are brought to life,
Rejuvenating my reluctance.
Virtual Marionette 
To some extent we are all trapped!
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That’s the worst part of being trapped; we can’t escape, however hard we try!
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Life itself is a trap. Living is a continuous effort to escape from the trap. Your poetic style and diction is superb. I enjoyed your poem
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Thank you so much! I liked your stories too!😀
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Always my pleasure!
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