Silver Threads

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.