Caged Mind
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Ongoing, First published Dec 01, 2024
"Caged Mind" speaks to the raw human experience of feeling trapped within your own thoughts or circumstances. It might describe the suffocating sensation of being held back—by fear, expectations, or even self-doubt—while yearning for freedom. The imagery could be vivid and relatable: a bird that cannot fly, walls that close in, or chains that bind, all representing the mental barriers we often create or endure.

This poem resonates because it reflects a universal struggle. Everyone has moments when their mind feels like a cage, filled with restless thoughts or unattainable dreams. But at its core, "Caged Mind" might also carry a glimmer of hope: the idea that even in the darkest moments, we can find a way to break free, to let our minds soar and rediscover the light.

It’s not just a poem—it’s a reflection of the battles we fight within ourselves, and it urges readers to confront those battles head-on. The title alone is a powerful hook, promising a journey through struggle, introspection, and the possibility of liberation.
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𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺

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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.