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Caged Lion

Updated on October 15, 2014

If I could have one dream comes true

I would be me and you would be you

No fears. No tears. No reasons to flee.

Because I would not care

What you thought of me

How free I would be

If I could be

The me I once was

The me I once knew


I am trapped

No matter where I stand

Scared I will say the wrong thing

Or step on sacred land

Like a lion in a cage
I pace

Circling my limited space


As the watchers walk around


Never to let my guard down

For to do so

The risk is too great

If I could have one dream comes true

I would rediscover

The me

Who seems gone forever

A glimpse

Swivel back in time

Where I would swing


Play with rhyme


This seems a lifetime ago

Did I imagine?

Was it ever so?

For images

I should remember

I question

If they were ever true

It seems like an eternity

When I was me

And you were you


Ghostly attempts to hold on

Before they all dissipate

How I wish

After all of this time

I would find the one that was once me

Brave. Secure. Proud to fight

For justice. Kindness. All that is fair and right

How I would love to have just a little part of me

I could stash away

But not too far

So when I feel

Out of sorts

I know longer pace

In my steel cage


© 2014 ocfireflies


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      Jo Alexis-Hagues 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

      Kim, although I've never met you, I can see in your poems what an incredible beautiful and talented person you are. This poem is indeed sad but also inspiring.

      Reflection allows us to see who we are, but we can also choose where we need to be. Take care my best always.

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      ocfireflies 2 years ago from North Carolina


      Thank you for reading and for your kind interpretation.

      Blessings Always.


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      Genna East 2 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Hi Kim…

      The time when we ask ourselves…have we forgotten who we were? Was it so long ago? Your poetry is thought-proving and with sadness, but candid with courage in a way that inspires. Beautifully done, Kim.

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      ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina


      You are the best. Thank You!


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      The Examiner-1 3 years ago

      It was awesome Kim. I voted it up, shared and pinned it.


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      ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina


      How I look forward to spreading my wings and flying high above the clouds.



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      Wayne Barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      It can be a cage...or a in which the beautiful butterfly that you are will emerge and spread your wings to the heavens. Smile, you are wonderful.

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      ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina


      Thank You. Because I suffer from PTSD, I often feel trapped and this is my response to that feeling of having lost myself along the way and my desire to once again feel comfortable and secure. Luckily, I have more "good" days than bad; but, when it is a "bad" day I might as well be locked inside of a steel cage.

      Blessings Always,



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      Suzette Walker 3 years ago from Taos, NM

      This is beautiful and inspirational. I think we all look back to some extent and wonder what if? We search for the best in ourselves no matter when that came during our lives. We remeniss about our past lives and circle sometimes endlessly within our cages sometimes of our own making. This is superb writing and metaphor. Somehow I missed this one. Wonderful, Kim.

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      ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina


      I suppose all of us at one time or the other question who we are, where we have been...Somehow, I thought, with age I would feel wiser. : )

      I always look forward to your next hub, too.



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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Kim, this is very touching, sad, thought provoking.....whether or not you are not the person you once were you are still a great writer and poet....well done. I always look forward to your next hub.