i'll lyk
a poem
i’ll lyk
i’m locked in a cage.
from within — i eavesdrop
on my own conversations
with friends.
and they ask “would you want to?”
and “when?”
and “are you free?”
then ask again.
but i can’t say —
i’m in a cage.
and they —
well, i don’t know if they can see it.
in fact — i’m not certain it’s real.
but i’m certain i’ve prayed to every god i’ve ever known
to free me.
and then — maybe then,
i could finally answer
“are you free?” and
“when?”
if it’s not too late by then.
Thank you for reading 🖤
Em
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Good morning, Em.I feel like the “cage” in this poem isn’t something you can actually see. It’s probably more like anxiety or a lack of confidence, that stuck feeling inside your own heart.From the outside, everything looks normal, but somehow you’re the only one who can’t step out. So when someone asks, “Are you free?” you just can’t seem to answer. You can really feel that frustration and that quiet wish to be free as soon as possible.
I feel ya. Thanks for your beautiful words.