Forsaken

Would I like to discuss the hurt caused?

What words should I set free to describe
            eight years spent in the prison of should?
What lines would paint
            a woman fighting relentlessly against battering currents,
to never breach the surface again?
What monologue could my hoarse voice scream to show
            my roots had been strangled,
            my leaves wilted,
            my fruits discarded and shriveled?

I am not angry, no.

I have been found.