Once, she dreamt of gentle hands
and deep ocean soulmate,
promised dwelling of protective wings;
clothing herself in sanctuary
eyes wide with wonder and innocence.
Yet, this half-tamed heart,
wounded bird betrayed by one called home
bled fire-red over cool bars of her nest,
blazing a defiant path
through pain and fearful shame.
Now, she roosts on ashy grave,
loving and hating this lonely life
grown weary from flying
yet unable to escape the shadows
that stretch talons in her heart.
How can one who has both flown from
and burnt her nest
hope to build another,
to gather twigs like memories
and soften them with down?
Heart flutters in cage o