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.