Oh, to wrestle with yourself until you feel like a caged animal in your own skin. Oh, to wrestle with yourself so intensely that you become the cage and the animal all at once.
If only it were appropriate for humans to act like animals when strong wrestlings enter in. Some do. Some throw fits in public, but most try to tame their animal-like emotions behind closed doors.
Does it help? Are the emotions sufficiently tamed? Or does the cage start to feel tighter?
Does the animal inside you grow? Does it want to growl and roar at the top of its lungs? Does it want to bare its teeth and shoot looks like daggers?
Does that make you feel better about yourself? How does the world feel about it?
Is there a key to the cage? Is there a friend to come along and bend the bars, to rip apart the cage and bail you out?
Or do you have to be your own friend?
What if you never become your own friend?
Oh, to wrestle with yourself until you feel like a caged animal in your own skin. Oh, to wrestle so intensely that you become the cage and the animal all at once.
Oh, to not know where the key went. Oh, to not know how long it will take to find the key. Or to accept the painful fact that it’s right in front of you.
And so…the caged animal remains and roars on.