
I have been wanting to leave, it’s strange being an occupant of a hut where my rents are paid in form of torments, my doors diluent to light rays that would have pulled me out of the clutches of my selfish landlord.
I find myself walking to the gate everytime a ray of light hits my window shutter only to find it locked, push after push only slides my foot back to the old hut I have been trying to escape from for years, balls of tears rolling down my cheeks after another failed attempt.
The most painful torture I ever received was knowledge, knowing I had a key to the gate in my hands but couldn’t use it broke my heart into a million pieces, the sky over my head a witness to every cry that left my mouth with each lash knowledge gave to my butt causing so much pain leaving me sliding down the walls of my hut consumed by regret.
I feel a prayer was said, a lover of my mere existence wept for my soul, peace like a river flows out of me, my saviour has bombed the gate and given a new birth to me.