Caged Serenity

Beneath the bars, a soul so still, A woman's gaze, a world's reflection. Her hands, a bridge between the wild and tame, Grapes in her grasp, a symbol of life's sweet embrace. The owls, silent sentinels, watch with eyes of wisdom, Their presence a paradox of freedom and confinement. The sea beyond, a restless dance of blue and white, A reminder of the vastness that lies just out of reach. Her sunglasses shield her from the world's harsh glare, Yet they cannot hide the depth of her inner flame. The texture of her robe, a tapestry of time, A story woven through the threads of her being. This moment, a paradox of stillness and longing, A canvas where the soul's journey is painted. In her eyes, a universe of questions and answers, A testament to the resilience of the human spirit. For in the cage, there is a quiet strength, A resolve to find beauty in the confines of life. Her presence, a reminder that even in the darkest cells, The spirit can soar, unbound by chains. This is not just a portrait, but a mirror, Reflecting the duality of existence, The struggle between the cage and the open sky. In her gaze, we see ourselves, our own battles, And in her stillness, the promise of transformation.