Tiny silver threads of silk,
Connecting you to me,
Each strand a promise, soft and sweet,
Until I couldn\'t recognize the truth.
They coiled first around my heart,
Consuming every part of me,
Until I vanished into the night,
A shadow of who I used to be.
I waited for your promises,
I believed you would set me free,
But your silence held the final word,
So freedom had to come from me.
I tore the threads, I shed my skin,
I burst like stars in the breaking dawn,
Emerging with gossamer wings,
And an ache to rise, to fly, to be gone.