Flourish
You trapped me in a box,
For you could not stand me.
You laughed at my efforts,
And mocked me disdainfully.
Each day that I woke,
I wept and I wept,
Until I did realize,
The box can’t hold my steps.
The mirage you constructed,
Only lasted a while,
I caught onto your tricks,
And realized I’m more than a child.
I finally escaped,
No thanks to your tries.
Now I am flourishing,
In a world without your lies
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