Empty tower

Nothing’s really wrong
I just want it to be,
because I’m not used to
feeling this way personally,
the happy and carefree
instead of sad and deprived,
the careless and free
in all the stress I actually thrived.
It was like water
and I was a flower
feeding the empty
in every waking hour.
But slowly this flower
was locked in a tower
for no eye to see
and for nobody to be.
It was dark and empty
no light of day,
with absolutely no reason
regarding its stay.

Yet little flower
fought back and remained,
surrounded by chains
locking its way.
Even if all that was left
was a shadow of pain,
heart grew with restraint
just wanting the rain.