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