You pushed, pulled trying to mould me into shape
Clay on the turntable forgetting, ignoring? Not caring
The flesh bruised, bone splintered, blood spilt
Eyes that didn’t cry
Not that you saw, not that you felt
As sobs were swallowed deep and churned
Tears silently rolling down into the vortex
Moving faster, bubbling, burning
Sometimes aching from wishing on stars, pebbles, anything
That just might work
Till the time when the storm brewed enough to explode
Sending me forth to a new world on tides unseen
Roads not travelled and water never crossed before
Propelled away from your mean smile
That once appeared shy and urged entanglement
All you wanted was nothing real
A picture fractured into mirror shards
To break me with
Scarred, damaged by things tainted
Broken?
You imagine too strongly your power
Bloodied wings I thought clipped teaching me to fly
All over again
And I soar
Ailsa
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