The Boxed Up Mind
Savor the retreat in her eyes as she looked through the window bars of her cage. She had freedom in every sense of the word… more freedom than even she could muster if she weren't a prisoner. Inside, so long as she got adequate food and no one bothered her, she was ultimately like a bird nesting in her roost. She worshipped the four walls of her enclosed barrier. The shadows that covered in the inner recesses of the four-walled atmosphere calmed her. It was peace through and through. Even the sharpness of the corners of the room didn't bother her; to her it was the best next thing to the walls that she adored. She was bound by chains on her feet that seemed to have no weigh. They clinked and clanged as she moved and there were times when she got annoyed by some such noisy sounds that disturb her simple tranquil life. Unaware of the trick she played only in her imagination. Once the door opens and some sort of dim light seeped through the crevice, she would burst and shout on top of her lungs like a caged beast that hungers to be free… But the truth was, she could not think of a reality beyond the door that the gaurs presents to her. This was something she feared and truly with all her might she fought and fought to enlarge her worshipped cage so no light would ever come close. She would remain safe. The outer world beyond the heavy metal framed door would never touch her, would never leave its mark on such an innocent tame girl. Inside, she was all that she could ever be and nothing more but what she only wanted to be. What was beyond didn't concern her and she didn't want to be bothered. Everyday she would sing of one melodious piece engraved in some far distant memory some time ago when the guards would sing. The piece is about the beast living inside a cage and the soul of this beast was trapped within the confines of a little beautiful girl whose pale skin and languid face could fool anyone to think that such beauty would entomb pure innocence. But such that she didn't have adequate education, she did not understand some of the verses in the lyrics, for her, the melody were sound to the ear and this was the only music she ever got to know… The music let her spirit sour within the confines of her rotting prison cage and let her soul wander and wane. To others, she simply did not exist. All her life revolved inside the cage and all her life was the cage. To go out would mean death; to stay in would mean incarceration for eternity. An eternity of freedom and immortality to no avail for her confines bounded only her psyche and all its corrupted madness lies in her soul.