She, an elegant swan was born in a silver cage, shaped like a lake, painted like peace. But the water was cold, and the walls whispered rules she never agreed to.
They called it home. She called it quiet war.
Wings clipped not by wire, but by words.So she smiled with broken beak and sang only when no one listened.
Her family loved her. But love, to them, meant silence. Obedience. Disappearing her dreams before breakfast. Kinda love a businessman has for his assets.
Then came a ripple— another swan, eyes like understanding. For once, someone saw her. Not just her feathers, but her fire.
She let him in. He held her ache like it was art. She believed. But storms don’t stay. And neither did he. Just faded. Like a prayer unanswered.
She waited. Watched every shadow hoping it was him. Each wave a maybe. Each day an ache.
As the days passed, she became too familiar with pain.
She just forgot how love tastes,
How it feels to be cared for, How to feel alive.
There is not a single drop of hope left in her heart, tears in her eyes.
She realised that there is no cure for being born
she sank into the stillness.
Stopped flying.
Stopped singing.
Even the moon stopped visiting.
One morning, the lake held her body like a secret. She didn’t fight it. Didn’t fear it.
They said it was the cold. But really— she died of loneliness. Of being unheard. Of a love that came like spring and left like smoke.
Because not all cages are made of steel. Some are built with family photos and empty dinners. The house used as a prison would turn into a cemetery.
And not all deaths are loud. Some look like quiet fish who just stop swimming.
Im completely alright
They called it home. She called it quiet war.
Wings clipped not by wire, but by words.So she smiled with broken beak and sang only when no one listened.
Her family loved her. But love, to them, meant silence. Obedience. Disappearing her dreams before breakfast. Kinda love a businessman has for his assets.
Then came a ripple— another swan, eyes like understanding. For once, someone saw her. Not just her feathers, but her fire.
She let him in. He held her ache like it was art. She believed. But storms don’t stay. And neither did he. Just faded. Like a prayer unanswered.
She waited. Watched every shadow hoping it was him. Each wave a maybe. Each day an ache.
As the days passed, she became too familiar with pain.
She just forgot how love tastes,
How it feels to be cared for, How to feel alive.
There is not a single drop of hope left in her heart, tears in her eyes.
She realised that there is no cure for being born
she sank into the stillness.
Stopped flying.
Stopped singing.
Even the moon stopped visiting.
One morning, the lake held her body like a secret. She didn’t fight it. Didn’t fear it.
They said it was the cold. But really— she died of loneliness. Of being unheard. Of a love that came like spring and left like smoke.
Because not all cages are made of steel. Some are built with family photos and empty dinners. The house used as a prison would turn into a cemetery.
And not all deaths are loud. Some look like quiet fish who just stop swimming.
Im completely alright
