solace in solitude

Born into confinement

Carved out by captivity

With lice in my mane

Fighting over my leftover dignity



I dreamt not of the open green

Nor a prowl in the jungle, a drink from the stream

I fed my soul with lifeless meat

With death that dared me not to dream



I betrayed my gifts, my earthly ties

My strength, my speed, my pride

To be a muse to those sparkling eyes

To be loved with love aside