Those bars were strong, these walls were thick.Breathing on crumb, was used to darkness. As the daylight and I don’t get along. Living in the actual hell. Every day, had no reason to wake up. All I did was, kept praying, kept staring, kept waiting for that door to open while holding the key in my hand. Was hoping to find someone in this no man’s land,Screaming for help, would burst into tears,then, wept myself to sleep.
Ahh!! The usual day. One night I dreamt, after years.It was about the world outside this cage,Where I was free from these boundaries.Woke up with a smile, unusual. What was this feeling I asked myself.I looked at the door. Enough I said. Took the key and now is the time I said. Open the door with my shaking hands.Was scared to my deepest core. I ran away from that prison.Set foot in the “other” world. The sun was kind, the wind was gentle. I was finally free. I was beautiful than a dream. I roamed for days, but the devils found me. The anxiety, sadness, depression and darkness came to take me back to my cage.But I decided to fight, know that I would lose. In a hope of life, it was a fight worth fighting for.And then the battle began.They were strong. The had weapons. I was weak and out numbered.They shot me with an arrow, used sword, spear. I was hurt, on the ground, about to die. But suddenly, something, someone came to rescue. It was Hope, she held my hand and I felt something breaking inside me and running through all my veinsand it helped to hold on. That was courage.
Together we fought, we fought hard. In the end it was me and Hope that survived that massacre. I had won.Breathe for moment and asked Hope.“Why didn’t you came to rescue me in that dull cell”“I was waiting for you to start your own battle, I was hoping you would somehow find me, like in a dream”She said.“Let’s go”“Where to?” I asked.“In search of happiness, wasn’t this the whole point to start a rebellion”.