Reflecting on My Metaphor

i am a typewriter and someone else is pressing the keys

i am a match that won’t light

i am yarn, frayed and unraveling

i am glue that never dries

i am words written backwards

i am a stone that can’t skip

i am lukewarm coffee

i am a pen out of ink

i am an empty spool of thread

i am a threadbare sweater

i am a left sock without a right

i am a flower, always wilting

i am written in an unspoken language

i am all consonants and no vowels

i am a broken vase, not yet mended with gold

i am a butterfly with broken wings

i am an owl without voice

i am loaded scales with no counter weights

a prayer for wings

you didnt
you didnt
abandon me
not like that

some claim you
threw me away
i say no
you gave me away

so i could fly
you felt like
you clipped my wings
but i clipped them

now i jump
off the highest heights
and open my arms wide
so i can soar to safety

but first
ill risk it all
just for a chance
to fall

in love
with you again
and again
i return every time

we can fly
like owls in the snow

but id rather
be a butterfly
if youd promise
to let me live

*In response to Abandoned.

Shelter and Safety

We were built to self-destruct.
I think we both always knew that.
Would I change anything?
No; it all happened exactly as it was meant to.
You showed me how to love.
You were always my mirror,
showing me who I am.
But I refused to look.
How could I believe you?
You said I was beautiful,
you said I was smart.
You said I would be a great mother.
You said maybe I care too much,
but the only person I can hurt with that is myself.
You’re reluctance to give me away,
that should have made me see my worth.
You were my cocoon
and one day you had to release me.
I saw that I was a butterfly;
I had to fly away.
Now I’m learning to spread my wings.
I see myself as you’ve always seen me.
Thank you.