- Vol. 06
- Chapter 12
Remade
Like sweepings from an abattoir floor
I lay in pieces before you
Battered, bruised, broken
I blame myself — how can I not?
Your power gifted to you, by me
Gullible, guileless, green
Like Icarus I flew on makeshift wings
To Helios crossing my emotional sky
Blinded, bewitched, bedazzled
Yet now I see what others saw
Your light an illusion, a cruel disguise
Compelling, concealing, covert
Breaking your stranglehold has used
Every ounce of strength and will
Desperate, despairing, determined
With friendship’s glue I’ll be remade
But doubt I’ll ever be the same
Unlovely, unfamiliar, unrecognisable