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The Journey of Emerging from Cages

The poem reflects on the experience of undergoing vitrectomy and the metaphorical cages that represent both physical and emotional constraints. The speaker acknowledges their emergence from a medical cage, only to recognize the self-imposed cages that limit their vision and freedom. Ultimately, it explores the struggle of breaking free from these confines and the realization that new cages may always exist beyond the ones we escape.

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The Journey of Emerging from Cages

The poem reflects on the experience of undergoing vitrectomy and the metaphorical cages that represent both physical and emotional constraints. The speaker acknowledges their emergence from a medical cage, only to recognize the self-imposed cages that limit their vision and freedom. Ultimately, it explores the struggle of breaking free from these confines and the realization that new cages may always exist beyond the ones we escape.

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Vitrectomy

For seven days I lived


inside a cage
Designed by doctors to save
my eye,
Staring at the ground, my
head down,
Awake and asleep.

And now I have emerged,


Only to find another cage
beyond it.
Larger to be sure,
But just as surely blocking
sight.

I had not noticed it before.


But accustomed now to
cages
I can see the other, older
one.

This cage was built by me.


What was I trying to save?
I can’t remember. And
escape from this one
Will not be as easy as
looking up.

If I break free I suppose


There will be another cage
beyond it,
And others beyond that.
All of my design, the
blueprints lost.
We make our way from
cage to cage,
Forged by our own hands.
Each a refuge and a prison,
Impenetrable until we find
it.

I have emerged from a cage


Designed by doctors to save
my eye.
And now I see.

AG

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