Summer.

The room was bare, even the walls were stripped clean. The carpet smell rank with what ever that days food time was, mixed with body odor. The blinds were closed, letting in a small amount of light in.
I sat on the floor, waiting for my chance to strike. Waiting for the time of revenge for many days i would go with out brought by the regretful hand of power hungry whore-mungers.
Everything they did i hated. Wrath would boil up inside of me every time I would think, hear, smell, feel, see, or taste them anywhere. and i planned the day when wrath would boil inside of them just to think, hear, smell, feel, see, or taste me anywhere.
i scheduled on any unknown date when I would fly in spirit to a place unknown to man. or even in body to a place of lush fruit and salty water. on the day that i would be set free if that unsightful prison. The day i could turn around to the jailer and give them the childish sign of hatred, the finger.
But before the year and a half before the final day (or maybe a eventful day before that) had come, a savior stepped down from her pedistool next to the jailer, risking everything. she knelt  by me in that such ungodly place and wept for me. she felt pity on me, a worthless creature to my master, the jailer. A person she once stood with as they did their uncanny deeds of ruthfulness.
she rose up against them, and rallied against them. finding help in a unlikely, but very resourceful, place. The people who were kind to show me the greatness of humanity that was mine to own.
A higher power, above the jailer, came down upon my master. Letting light into the darkness, seeking out the lost soul that was mine. The warrior of this higher power reached down to me with a human hand and told me to stand up and take defense against that what had killed me and beaten me down for so long.
When the light came in I was blinded, seeing visions of the distant past. Seeing the jailer as my mentor, my provider, my best friend. Felling betrayed by the savior that knelt beside me, had wept for me.
The higher power's warrior receded from the prison when the power behind him faded and wavered from his side with the darkness of the night. But when the light shined again he stood up with the same valor and my eyes adjusted to the light that he shined in on me in that bare room.
From there on i stood up. Reaching up to the sky and finding the long lost humanity that had been taken from me. With help i recovered it all. I remembered myself. I was able to let go of my past, and yet still not forget it. To grow stronger, smarter, and more free from my past. Others from the higher power reached into that bare room where i had rooted to the floor and broke down the walls. Forever breaking me free from that bare room back in prison on a summer day.