I’m crouched in a corner waiting,
hating to be here rocking,
someone is knocking and its hurting my ears.
It appears to be an angel of some sort.
Ive been taught, to never answer unless,
it is best that I must,
but i don’t trust, i might be betrayed.
Here I am laid, out stretched out,
about to witness something magical.
I’m a radical of all sorts you see,
im free from the world,
a girl who has managed to be locked away
and I stay, in this dungeon.
Oh God im buggin’. The closer the angel approaches,
the more he becomes the one i am loathing.
So then, he places his hand on my heart,
it starts, beating faster and I am laying in awe,
he saw, my eyes widen
with pride and I, can’t believe this is happening,
it saddens me.
I’m supposed to be an anamoly,
and finally someone has come to release me,
the floor’s shaking beneath me.
He reads me, and lays his other hand on my head.
I believe I am dead, until a smile invades his face,
my heart starts to race again.
My mouth forms, and speaks of dreams and peace,
faith and relief, a tear trickles down my cheek.
He prays aloud “please allow her to speak”.
You see, I confessed.