Rosy cheeked girl, bouquet of black eyes
Bound to live within the confines of a tree trunk.
Enclosed in the wood,
Smothering smell of pine.
My life in his trunk, imprisoned.
Innocent from the outside,
Where it appears to provide shelter for lives.
A fruit bearer, an endless resource.
However, it wears a disguise. From the inside,
I am trapped.
I am unable to confess my feelings,
Unable to express myself, unable to freely do as I choose.
This imprisonment, is not confining my imagination.
To be free from within is to free my love and soul.
It will give me the power and strength to truncate his control over me.