Sunny Honey

You were my fighter and protector.

When I grew you became my best friend.

I always felt I could count on you.

Then my first day of school came.

I started to notice things.

I realized that you were actually mean.

As years went on the scars grew deeper.

I was afraid to leave and became trapped.

The yells got louder and the tears became harder.

The bonds became stronger and darker.

The shadows haunted my dreams.

One night I had a dream free of bondage.

It was happy and sunny and beautiful.

I awoke to find myself trapped still in darkness.

It inspired away the fear and grew hope.

So I left you tragically alone in your misery.  

But my days are always sunny  and filled with honey now.

 

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