Wild. They can tame your body, but not your soul. You feel restricted in your circumstances, but your dreams can't be contained. Your nature will always remember, always be lurking under the surface, whether you're aware of it or not. It shapes every experience and decision you make in life. You can't be tamed. You are wild. You are free. You are YOU.
Behind the bars, you become numb. You feel immune to joy. To all life has to offer. But don't give up. Don't give in. Roar with all your might. Don't go gentle into that good night. Freedom will come. And when it does, pounce! You are the queen of the jungle. A lioness at heart. Protect what is yours. Assert your dominance. Be bold. Be brave. Don't hold back - not for anyone or anything. The call of the wild rings out and you answer with every fiber of your being.
You're patient, you know how to bide your time. You wait for that perfect opportunity to escape. You know the timing has to be right. You've felt the sting from the whip of reality when you've failed before. It's made you gun-shy. But don't let it - shrug it off, swat it away. Pain is but for a moment. Joy is forever.
Break free. Run. Leap. Jump. Do what you were meant to do. But whatever you do, don't stay in that cage. Don't let it lull you into a false sense of security. Sure, you're basic needs are being met. But what about the needs of your soul? What about YOU? You won't find that in the four walls of your prison of fear. It's the law of the jungle: eat or be eaten.
Fear is not your enemy. You are the hunter and it is your prey. Destroy it. Tear it limb from limb. Dance on the carcass of your old, frightened, paralyzed self.
You can do it. I hear your voice. Your true voice. We're speaking the same language, you and I. Go. Conquer.
You are the hunter.