The counting rope knots never lie
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
One brave little girl that dared to dare
Two adults running fast, running scared
Three more days to plan the escape
Four hours spent cutting cautious red tape
Five years of fearful regrets fill my eyes
Another knot now, welling up in my core
Hold out the rope and reach for the drawer
One little lighter fueling this fighter
Two clicks to flame, blaze burning brighter
Three knots engulfed in the sun-kissed gleam
Four burning burdens give way to new dreams
Five tears of freedom lead to something more
The counting rope singed in a pile on the ground.
What was has been burned, new endeavors abound.