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For the Lark, which Sang so Sweetly

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Published: April 16, 2018
You pruned away what of me touched the light,
then chided me for hiding in the dark
which choked me, smothered me from sight
of everything I longed for. Lark,

your silence was my hell. I never knew
how I should please you. Everything I gave –
my life, my blood, my words – did not appease you.
I could never fill the emptiness you craved.

The second-sweetest thing I ever learned
was that I’d never be what you desired –
and that I was my own. The growing lack
between us gave me wings, and though I burned
I flew beyond our crumbling bridges' pyres,
swearing this:
                              I'll take me back.
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© 2018 - 2019 GDeyke
There was an opposites contest going on recently, for which one was to pick a piece one had made previously and then create its opposite, and which I missed entirely. This is what I would have written for it if I had entered.

It stands in opposition to "Steps Untaken".

Edit 07.03.2019: staying->hiding; also reworked the last three lines or so a bit.
Edit 01.09.2019: scolded->chided
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Very beautifully written! This is very powerful! <3
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I'm exceptionally glad to hear it. Thank you! small heart - black 
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You're welcome! ^_^
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This is so delicately beautiful yet strong, like a butterfly in a storm.
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Thank you! :heart: That's a beautiful image in itself.
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