Control

Life is a free bird

My feathers were chopped off

I could no longer fly,

My tiny feet were cut, I could no longer walk

I crawled but fell to my face each time ….

Life was no longer the same

I could no longer see the bright sun rays

Darkness was what I lived in

My eyes hurt at the thought of returning to normal

My skin was dry and malnourished

Dehydration occurred at a rapid rate

Life was no longer the same

Control is what I escaped