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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