poem

 CagesEveryone grows up in a cage.Some are rather niceAnd we think of it as a home.Later on, you ’re given a keyAnd are free to come and go,Unaware of the invisible barsThat enclose you wherever you go.Enclosed, you ’ll raise a batch of your own.Some, on the other hand, are broken, Become shabby and run downBecause there isn ’t enough moneyAnd it ’s just you, the girls, and mom.There aren ’t any keys to this cageFor the latch has rusted closed.You know you ’re stuck here.Everyone else knows too.You ’re like the tigers in the zoo,Existing to be watched,Never quite incognizantOf the outsider's gaze.Some people try to leave But you can ’t break freeFromthesekinds of cages.No matter how much Your mind expandsYou run out of space.Your flesh just presses deeperAgainst surprisingly resilient bars.And your tongue can only tasteThe icy metallic bitterness of rust.This the miraculous placeThat becomes a new kind of trust,Where your own kidsAre likely to be raised  9/26/21

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - September 26, 2021 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs