Turtle turtle. swimming around.
I feel as though I am trapped in a Fortress
Entangled by your rage, unable to escape.
The walls that surround me are your hatred
And the thorns at the top are each time
your bitter words have pierced my heart.
No flowers can ever grow here
Only weeds of destruction that are trying to choke
the last of what strength I have held on to survive.
Inside of me, where happiness tries to hang on
Your vines of anger wrap themselves and squeeze it out.
I hope to break free of this prison and learn how to smile again.
I want to wake each day without your dark shadow.
hanging over me to and to laugh without feeling the punishment
of your revenge.
I know, if I can walk away, one day I will be whole again.
Then I will discover that while you are still a choking weed
I will have become a beautiful blossoming rose.