Giving Her Control: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

She felt as though she/
had no control, so I gave/
it back. It’s now hers.

Or
it back. She must do.
Or
… so I quit
helping her escape.

Written after my daughter claimed she had no control in her life, then called me begging me to come get her from a treatment center she could leave on her own.

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