This night shall be over

My heart, like a slumbering prisoner, rests within the cold embrace of a steel cage, confined by its cruel and unyielding grip. Yet, as the weight of my sorrow presses down upon me, I find that it is transformed into a fierce and raging anger, a flame that burns within my breast, and the bird of hope spreads its wings to take flight. For though the night that surrounds me may be dark and unyielding, I am certain that this door, this barrier that stands between me and my freedom, shall open. This oppressive night shall pass, and a new day shall dawn with all its wondrous possibilities... Woman Life Freedom Digital painting , Imaginary illustration