25. The Sun

Too good for you.

Once I was trapped in your claws

Forced to obey your laws

I didn't have a means of escape

You had my every move on tape

I was confined to a cage

Subjected to your rage

You never let me see the sun

You threatened me with your gun

Then one day I grew strong

I don't know what took me so long

I found the strength I needed to leave

Now I know what to believe

I won't be tied down again

I'm comfortable in my own skin

You don't control me anymore

The sun is waiting for me outside your door

Author's Note

Please read the note for poem number 24.