…in my shadows

Hidden fathoms deep
softly blossoming unnoticed
the tangled threads
and shifting shades of reflection
I was trapped in your loom
my destiny deeply woven
within
your
dark
tapestry

the many leaves
of my tree of sorrow
intricately interlaced
with black threads of fear
your darkness dripping
in ominous silence
one
drop
after
another

outside my closed window
a single blossom trembled
in unexpected efflorescence
her petals bleeding red
in the night
alone in my shadows
I listened to the echoes
of who I used to be
whispering
the
truth
of
my
reality

now ready to fly
aching to be free
like birds from our trees
that orphaned rose
and me
we
are
both
falling
into
our
colours
finally
free
© Ann Bagnall