Sempeo

Sempeo stares, a caged bird in her mind,

Though iron bars no longer hold her tight.

The world unfurls, a tapestry unkind,

Where expectations bind her like a blight.

"Is this freedom?" her weary heart inquires,

So many rules, so many paths to tread.

Society's cage, with judging, watchful eyes,

A different kind of prison, in her head.

She dreamt of flight, of soaring wings unbound,

Yet unseen bars clip every daring thought.

The weight of expectations, all around,

A stifling cloak, so carefully wrought.

Sempeo sighs, a silent, bitter plea,

"Is there a place where one can truly be?"

For even freedom, as the world defines,

Can feel like bars, of societal binds.