Once left in solitary

now locked indefinately.

What had seemed safe

now rubbing the chains,

giving a bitter chafe.

At one point safety felt so free

the stray rescued is me

saved from the streets,

locked in a kennel til he meets.

The security was once appreciated 

arms fastened at the glove 

an anchor disguised as warmth and love.

this love can never be broken

even when the beams have awoken

the latch has rusted over

only the strength of a soldier,

has the means for an unbinding repair

the outcome of manifesting care,

in the hands of a freeing soldier.

And until that day,

the sense of security has gone away.