As I stared into the cage, I wondered why I couldn’t go through. 

I realized…something is holding me back. 

As I look into it, something inside me comes alive. 

A feeling, possibly a fear I felt as a child.

A hope, like the one I felt as my father embraced me for the last time. 

A fear, like what I felt as a young girl entering hospice to see that my papa didn’t wait for me.  

An addiction, like the one I had to Disney music at four years old. 

A hatred, like the one you had for my heart.