Caged Flames!

In a quiet suburban area, the skies are turning crimson.
She walks alone on the terrace in the warm breeze.
Barely grazing her face, yet leaving her perplexed
While protecting her with norms and traditions.

She wonders at the women who stand so boldly.
These feminist stories are flaming fierce fully.
Their confidence burns bright and strong.
As they pass their storm with audacity.

Of choices they make, their future taking flight,
With ease and elegance, as if their norm?
Career or life, they grasp with both hands.
No whispers and boundaries confine them.

Skies dimming, shadowing the lanes of suburban
She feels confining and restricted by invisible walls.
Her heart and body were heavy and suffocating.
Doubts and fears hold her tight, destroying.

With her eyes brimming with tears, she thinks
What fuels their strength? Chasing away the fears.
Is it their birthplace? Stoking their desires.
Or their loving parents with caring hands?

Is it their environment? Or the city grands?
Or their inner strength, which they count on.
Is their beauty? Or a physical grace they hold?
Or are they simply out of luck?

As she questions, insecurities and fears creep in.
Making her awful and shrinking her power.
Are her dreams too big or her spirit too small?
Or has she yet to hear her own call?

It started to fade black, but those inquiries remain.
Her burdensome expectations and limitations.
Forcing her wings to fit in the cage.
Yet deep down, her hopes were smouldering.

Torn between admiration and self-doubt’s sting
She yearns for freedom and to find her inner wing.
For though her past might hold her tight
But a bright future looks liberating.


To break the bonds and walk her path 
She must embrace her courage and seize.
To soar like those flames, bold and brave. 
To make her own, a fearless choice, someday. 

Cheers!

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