These poems speak from the places we hide—the cracks, the bruises, the quiet corners where no one sees us. They are unflinching confessions of fear, pain, loss, and the weight of carrying too much for too long. Here, masks are torn away, voices stutter and break, and the struggle to be seen and understood is laid bare. Yet beneath the darkness, there are sparks of survival, whispers of freedom, and the small, stubborn insistence that even broken wings can learn to move. Caged Wings, Open Sky is not polished or safe—it is the heart spilling onto the page, raw, aching, and unapologetically real.