Soot

You could have left me alone,

But you thought to clip my wings before letting me go.

There is so much I don’t know, so much you didn’t show.

With every push and every pull.

Is this the fear of letting go?

Is this to challenge what we’ve already known?

All I want is to be alone.

It’s better than sitting beside someone,

Who burns the house you’ve tried to make a home.

But here I lay, left in it’s soot.

My wings always grow back; but today, I’m leaving on foot.

With one last look at the burning ash and iron,

Sometimes, I wish — I too was lost and engulfed in this fire.

I am just so tired.

You warned me of the bomb you could not stop,

If I may ask, was all this worth the cost?

I don’t believe it was.

But that answer is amongst the ash,

And everything else that we lost.