The Cage Poem by Sarah Sisson

I sold the darkness that caged me.
I rendered my self fearless.

This false perception of time
grew into a situation of a great personal undoing.

In those days I was tired of life.
I came upon myself looking like a child

and decided to nuture what I saw.
A straange little beast.

The wraith collided with no self esteem.
The living was a mystery for I had lived

in death saturated rooms.
I stood outside this pitiful girl

and offered a hand and the surprise was in the taking.
I walk aside a survivor.

Copyright 01-13-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson