Once, I wore a wedding ring
Like a shackle bound with golden string.
Smiles hid the silent cries,
Love was just a clever disguise.
He painted me with poisoned praise,
Then tore me down in subtle ways.
His mirror held no room for me,
Only his own majesty.
I tiptoed through the shrinking space,
Afraid to speak, afraid to face
The rage that brewed behind his charm—
A storm disguised as open arms.
He called it love, but love was pain,
A script I read again, again.
My light grew dim, my song was caged,
My spirit muted, soul enraged.
But somewhere deep, a whisper stirred,
A beating wing, a longing bird.
I traced the echoes of my name,
Felt rising strength, unspoken flame.
One morning broke with breath anew—
The sky was vast, the lies were few.
I left the keys, I closed the door,
I wasn’t his, not anymore.
Now I soar on winds unchained,
Through open skies, through gentle rain.
No more masks, no cruel charade—
I stand in truth, no longer afraid.
Free like a bird, I stretch and rise,
With clear, unclouded, fearless eyes.
He clipped my wings, but could not kill
The part of me that yearned for will.
I sing again. I choose my flight.
In morning’s hush, I own my light.
