The Gnawer of Knots

Oh yes, the ropes are thick.
The knots are well tied
by masters of the art,
and I have been held here for a generation,
safely imprisoned
in another’s world.

But I am continually underestimated.
So sure are they that I have been rendered helpless
that they never see
my patience,
as I wield it like a weapon,
gently slicing away, one thin thread at a time,
a detemined mouse with sharp teeth,
never ceasing
until I am free.