Cage of Liberation

In the depths of her gaze, a story unfolds, A tale of freedom and the weight she's told. With hands that hold the cage above her head, She stands, a vision, in a world unsaid. The golden bars, a symbol of her past, A reminder of the constraints that won't last. The dress she wears, a mix of lace and gold, A blend of fragility and strength, a story to be told. The background, a canvas of muted hue, A reflection of the emotions she holds true. With every brushstroke, a piece of her soul, Is revealed, a journey, to make her whole. The cage, a metaphor, for the boundaries she's known, Now lifted high, a declaration to be free, to be her own. In this moment, she stands, unshackled and bright, A beacon of hope, in the dark of night. Her eyes, a window, to the depths of her heart, A reflection of the journey, a brand new start.