I walked willingly to your prison,
I tried but could not walk out into the yard.
I amputated my heart to save repetition.
I am mute and unable touch another.
I pray for my nerves fail to transmit, and also abscission.
I find peace in the shade and temporary solitude.
I try to fix the abuser, as it heads for perdition.
I finally permit its death as I unveil my last green shoot which thrived in my roots.
I will sustain passion one day.