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
