A Tortured Soul, sitting in her cage.
Her small cage, in the dark.
The light above becomes brighter,
The lock dissolves, melting away.
She leaves the cage, a ladder appears.
Up the ladder she climbs,
She reaches the top of the pit,
Crawls out of the pit.
The light shines on her face, bathes her in warmth,
Surrounded by friends and family.
Bars appear over the pit,
Stopping her from falling into it again.
She turns her back, turns away from that sad life.
And turns to her new, happy reality.
She has already forgotten the past.
i like it:) very pretty!
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