Chains Poem by Chris Haifley

My Body Is A Cage
Just there to hold the true Me,
I do my best to portray it,
But nothing could compare.
My body is a cage,
And I know it's only temporary,
But I can't help but wonder what it would be like to (leave it behind)

My body, my guide through this physical life,
Can only get me through so much.
But what's the need for it if it's only there for other people?
What can I get in return?

My body is a burden,
Holding my mind captive until I'm called home.
Attracting, calling, drawing others near,
So that sometimes I wish I had no body at all.
Using my body for their own pleasure,
Damaging both it and the real Me at once,
It's something that I won't go through again,
For if it does this body will be returned to the earth.

My body is a letdown,
It's eyes will only let me see so far,
It's hands will only draw so much,
It's muscles only move so fast,
Never being able become empty enough,
To become flawless enough,
To be accepted by Them,
But I don't mind,
Because my body is just a cage.
A letdown, a cage.

My body is a battleground,
Memories and scars around every bend,
Signs of past pain in secret parts,
And the mark that he dared to leave,
Rows and rows of puffy red lines,
And a black cross conquering them all.
And keeping the evil away.

My body is a cage, but one day I will be free,
I will finally be able to be what my soul desires,
I will be someplace better, where I'm not judged on the outside,
And there will be no one who can hurt it, so deep that it gets Me.
One day I will be able to walk without muscles,
And talk without a mouth,
And draw whatever my mind sees.
I will be able to float through this world,
And for once be (happy!)
And comfortable...
Out of my own skin.