No one was to ever find out what I kept captive within me – my secret, my chaos.
I confined it, deep down, barricaded by walls of darkness.
My chaos would not be contained.
I tip toed, skirted, danced around it, hoping neglect to be its peril.
My chaos would not be ignored.
I scolded, humiliated, insulted it, hoping to render it powerless.
My chaos only grew more powerful.
I could no longer contain it, no longer ignore it.
My chaos, would find its freedom.