…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 flee
like birds from our trees that orphaned rose and me
finally free, we are both falling into our colours
© Ann Bagnall