Years In Captivity
He unbolted the locks
and untied my restraints,
which left painful bruises
and permanent marks.
I could barely gather up
the strength to stand up
and make it to the door.
Then when I tried my
legs gave out and I fell
right on to the floor.
As weak as a lamb
that can't hold the
weight of it's own wool.
He told me the shackles
I've worn were years ago
outgrown.
There is a new pair
somewhere that I must fit into.
I listened because being in
a cage was all I ever knew.
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