Silver Threads

Firefall

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.

  • Author: Firefall (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 18th, 2025 13:40
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Separation requires a metamorphosis at times. A lovely write.

    • Firefall

      Thank you

    • Poetic Licence

      A heart surrounded by another persons broken word and promises, the only way to be free is to do it themselves, enjoyed the read

    • arqios

      As a child I had separation anxiety and abandonment issues, having been handed over from relative to relative. It makes me ask if the post cocoon beauty is worth all that... but in hindsight, I guess it truly is, without meaning to condone the practise. Beautiful work here. A Fave 🤩

      • Firefall

        Thank you for reaching out and sharing your thoughts. I don't understand why things happen to make cause us suffering, I do know that no matter what our souls are perfectly beautiful.



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