Watch Me Fly Away
My adoration was expansive,
smiling for attention; a gauntlet thrown.
I saw you that time when I was a balloon
trapped by the solid ceiling, holding my flight in check.
Finally, I deflated.
***
Here you are again, not even present,
but your voice is clear - "You are not to be valued.”
I remain an unworthy victim of your selfish love,
gifted and re-gifted until the thoughts became ingrained.
***
Today, I’m sad – I can feel your flinty stare glaring from my eyes,
trying to spark fires from cold ash.
Maybe I’m grieving for a life that never was real.
***
But the Phoenix will fly,
healing the world with its tears.
***
I’ve preened my feathers.
***
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