When I sit and contemplate the dungeon 
that captivated my spirit, I am well aware 
of the barb wires aligned against 
the wall which stiffed my growth. 

It was brought to my attention recently 
that darkness requires immense light 
to be wiped out. Lack of joy should 
never occur and never exist. 

Our senses are immersed in the darkness,
it can be difficult to rise in the sunlight.  
To say crawled out of, sounds genuinely 
cliché, grew out seems more appropriate. 

My roots may be buried inside the core 
of the oubliette; however, my body grows 
and pushes towards the sunlight until 
I’m one of the indigo blue roses 
on the parapet beside the castle sentry. 

To protect and love, the concealed 
precious humans guarded 
with in my spirit.