ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Sometimes, sometimes when I see the stars in the sky and pinpoint the exact one I want to see, my body falls limp and I wake up in my real life. I see the people I know and the places I love to go to. I see the life outside this cage I've been in. I see my daughter and my husband and the two dogs, who miss me so much. And I have to keep telling them, it's alright, I'll get out of this cage soon enough. I tell them that it's a fine place with a nice window and a bed that isn't very comfy, but enough to get me to sleep. I'm glad they believe me.
People tell me it's all a dream. And I want them to know, it's not a dream. I need to get out of this cage and fly back to my real life. I need to drive my children to school and feed the dogs, or they'll starve! And I need to kiss my husband and water the plants. None of them understand.
They tell me I don't know what I'm talking about. They tell me I have no children. They tell me my husband is gone. And I can't deny it, because they're obviously delusional and trying to prove otherwise would just be working them up over nothing. But sometimes, sometimes, I just want to break out of these walls and live with them again. I know they're waiting for me, and what if they grow up without me? And what if my husband learns not to love me? And what if when I return, my dogs growl at me and act as if I'm a stranger to them?
Sometimes, sometimes, my daughter comes to visit me in my cage and I can't help but hug her and love her but then she has to go. And I hear her voices and my husband's voice and my other daughter's voice ringing in my head and I think back to them, telling them I love them, because maybe they can hear my thoughts. And I reassure them that they should have no fear, and that I'll be back to them so soon.
I'll get out of this cage soon. I know these people must think I'm a bird or something, observing me and talking to me slowly, like they're speaking to a child or something. And I need to reassure them over and over again, I am not a child, and I am not a bird. I am a human. I am a wife. I am a mother. And I need to fly away.
People tell me it's all a dream. And I want them to know, it's not a dream. I need to get out of this cage and fly back to my real life. I need to drive my children to school and feed the dogs, or they'll starve! And I need to kiss my husband and water the plants. None of them understand.
They tell me I don't know what I'm talking about. They tell me I have no children. They tell me my husband is gone. And I can't deny it, because they're obviously delusional and trying to prove otherwise would just be working them up over nothing. But sometimes, sometimes, I just want to break out of these walls and live with them again. I know they're waiting for me, and what if they grow up without me? And what if my husband learns not to love me? And what if when I return, my dogs growl at me and act as if I'm a stranger to them?
Sometimes, sometimes, my daughter comes to visit me in my cage and I can't help but hug her and love her but then she has to go. And I hear her voices and my husband's voice and my other daughter's voice ringing in my head and I think back to them, telling them I love them, because maybe they can hear my thoughts. And I reassure them that they should have no fear, and that I'll be back to them so soon.
I'll get out of this cage soon. I know these people must think I'm a bird or something, observing me and talking to me slowly, like they're speaking to a child or something. And I need to reassure them over and over again, I am not a child, and I am not a bird. I am a human. I am a wife. I am a mother. And I need to fly away.
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
Comments5
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
How intriguing! This could take on so many meanings - I'm struck most by the image I get in relating this piece to a novel I recently read by Eileen Myles entitled Cool for You. It's a very oddly and unique written novel - the bad grammar and punctuation are intentional - but the thing that reminds me of this is when she goes to find out more about her grandmother who was institutionalized. She expands that to relate to how all people are institutionalized in some way in this world. It's an interesting concept. Anyway, that's what it reminds me of - but then it could be about jail or about some other inside-the-mind kind of thing. It's very cool!