She sat there. Alone. In the dark. Her captors somewhere beyond, somewhere...evil. She whispered just above her breath, "Lemon." Light came flooding in, her captors were standing in the doorway with smug looks on their face. That would be her worst mistake. A grave mistake. But also, her last mistake. They knew the secret. They knew it all. One word was enough. The war would end, but not in her favor. All because she said 'Lemon'. Sour is right.

At this starting,

There is enough smarting,

But after the parting,

There is no imputing.

To begin as new,

With my lessons few,

I have to learn to chew,

What I need to eschew.

On this fresh page,

I want no marks of age,

At this stage,

I want no excess baggage.

I am a new package,

That came from all this wreckage,

Now I want to give a message,

To assuage.

In this new room,

I want to break free and zoom,

I want to get out of gloom,

From this feeling of doom.

I have a new perspective,

It is receptive and subjective,

Making me less susceptive,

Holding me no more a captive.