Polaris
Cage (a short story)
Annie Diep
Volume 4 Issue 2
January 16, 2024

Image Provided by Annie Diep
My mother owns a bird, or perhaps shall I say two birds? Since...I find myself resembling the dove my mother keeps in her office quite a bit.Â
Like the dove trapped in the cage, I am confined to my room.Â
Like the dove unable to fly because its wings were clipped, I am unable to walk because my legs are clipped.Â
Like the dove, I used to think this was for the better.Â
Like the dove, I thought this enclosure is supposed to protect me from the outside.Â
Like the dove, I am punished when I ask for things that I do not deserve.Â
Like the dove, all I know how to do is stare outside the window all day.Â
However, unlike the dove, I am not allowed into her office.Â
However, unlike the dove, she has not once looked at me besides when she punishes me.Â
Unlike the dove...I am not loved.Â
I guess now that I think more about it...I don't resemble the dove my mother keeps after all.Â