When I found you,
I didn’t expect to be handcuffed to the wall,
Caged like an animal without fight.
You took my breath,
And used it against me.
Seized the chance
to ruin me.
You think you’ve rendered me helpless,
But I’m not that pathetic.
I will rise up,
Sharpen my metals,
And unleash the defiance
That’s been building all these years.
And the hand-cuffs. Very important.
And one more poem:
Like a bird takes to the wind,
She took to her pen.
The sky opened up,
And she dashed up to fly.
Never a day does she rest,
But instead she does test,
Counting down the seconds
Until she can have that paper in her hands again.
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