Thrown into this wilderness, Cut off from my source, From security, And now fed to the wild creatures once out there, Now in sight. My tongue had fire, And my words were razors, Regarding our ancient processes, But my loyalty did not sway, Did not waiver When I was at my weakest.
I see how villains are born.
In this unforgiving terrain, Where I look back from those that exiled me, I know that what kept me Grounded Was the fear: Of Change Of Loss Of Abandonment Now, without my consent, My chains are released. I must navigate the wild.