My own Prison

 THE day, I got out of prison

The prison of Patriarchy
The prison of my own beliefs and values
I pushed a lifetime of tears in a cage
Down a street on a dead end


I was in a smoky area fogged in a room behind
Where no one can see what is written
The day, I got out of prison
The prison of Petriarchy
The prison of my own beliefs and values


I was dragging and waddling slowly like a tortoise
Where I can't see the burden of my own shell
The day, I got out of prison
The prison of Petriarchy
The prison of my own beliefs and values


I was like an empty can of Pepsi or Cola
I kept rolling on from side to side
The day I got out of prison
The prison of Petriarchy
The prison of my own beliefs and values



I was like the last leaf withered and Pale
I was like the overflooded river
I was like the cloudy white board
Over written many times
I was like a cracked old mirror
Where nothing can be seen


The day I got out of prison
Was the day when I wanted to live
But I was actually dying!

Take a step forward, make boundaries and acknowledge your problems before it’s get too late .

Taking a step ahead for your own self will help you live a healthy and happy life 😊

If you need any help take support, consult a professional

Love ❤️

Deepika

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