This is the first poem that came from a series of assignments for another poetry class I was in, the last of which is Flying.  This assignment was to write a poem from a persona that wasn't your own and that could not be you.  The voice I chose was that of a woman who had been raped by a man she met in a bar.  I had written the "Encage me..." stanza first, and from there I came up with the idea of starting each with a word of very similar sounds.  Once I came up with the four words, I felt I needed more to flesh out the poem though, so I came up with the others and then wrote some stanzas, but they were in a completely different order and sounded very different.  So I asked a female friend of mine to read it, and she gave me some pointers, so I edited it and switched some order around and came up with this current poem.  The main idea was to talk about the aftermath of the sexual abuse that some people suffer at the hands of another.  I tried to stay away from talk of blame or hatred, and focus it solely on the idea that there is a consequence to every action.