This particular poem is also written for the Freeverse Poetry Boot Camp, #024 – room.
10.
Her life is just a little cage with bars
she sometimes peers through.
They're dreams that will never come true.
Dreams that are small and unformed,
building only on what she knew.
Beyond the mountain was a larger world:
a black space, that she could shape,
shadows she could only mould
into shapes she knew.