Once, I wore a costume stitched from someone else’s dream,
Threads of “should” and “must” wrapped tight around my seams.
Your voice wove cages round my spirit, soft but stern,
Insisting who I was, dictating how I’d learn.

You pressed your mold against me, shaping edges I had grown,
Told me love meant sacrifice—till I was flesh and bone
Carved to fit your vision, a sculpture not my own,
Smiling through the silence, pretending I’d not known.

But freedom grows in secret cracks, in whispers, hidden sparks,
In midnight thoughts that dare to blaze like lightning in the dark.
I broke your cage wide open, let my true wings unfurl—
I soared beyond your borders, reclaimed my vivid world.

Now I dance in sunlit streets with laughter in my chest,
I paint my days in colors you forbade me to possess.
I’m wild wind and open sky, my spirit unconfined—
Free as a bird and loving every moment of my life.

I rest your head on my lap
and I promise everything is alright.
I caress your hair—
and it's myself who I deceive when I say
I will heal all that aches.

Playing peek-a-boo with your demons
I grant each and every desire.
Gasping lullabies to your ear,
do you rest when they sleep?

Playing hide and seek with your demons
they feed me all your whims.
Gasping bedtime stories to your ear
until you fall asleep
and they come with me.





[Another recurrence of the Devotion Rot habit—spilled as art.]