Torn

Reborn

Telling him my deepest thoughts and desires 

was like ripping a quilt apart by the seams

A quilt that had been painstakingly stitched for years by the hands that tried to shape me,

not knowing that I had never wanted to be a quilt,

but a bird

With willful wings to carry me away.

And as the words fell from my wanton mouth I grew lighter

Drifting towards the sky as I was freed from the heavy burden that was their misplaced expectations

A story of my own creation desperately woven as I am torn apart under my own grasping hands and pieced together in the same instant

With fierce wings reaching from my back and a crown upon my furrowed brow.

They weep when they see me

Fearful of what i have become. 

Yet I have taken to the sky, a bird reborn into the night. 

A phoenix risen from the ashes.