I was trapped in your loom

My destiny deeply woven

Within your dark tapestry

Weaving the many leaves

Of my tree of sorrow

Intricately interlaced

With black threads of fear

Outside my closed window

A single blossom trembled

In unexpected efflorescence

And alone in my shadows

I listened to the echoes

Of who I used to be

Finally, aching to be free

Ready to fly, like birds from our trees

Falling into our colours

That orphaned blossom and me

© Ann Bagnall