Awake

You said I would have you forever, the one constant in my life, my bedrock, solid, unshifting, eternal.

But when I woke today you weren't there, and the house was cold with the emptiness that comes from being left behind.

Oddly enough, I didn't mind it.

Perhaps it started when you met my Mother, "The daughter of Uncertainty? I thought you were only joking!", you never seemed quite comfortable that a house of cards and sliding mirrors should be my childhood home. "We'll find a nice place in the City." you said, "Steel beams and concrete floors."

_{I wanted to show you my past, the good and the bad, all of it, so you could understand how I became who I am, but all that you saw were the problems, old wounds that had never healed, and they didn't fit in your plans for us so you dismissed them, and we never spoke of the past again.}

You claimed it was all for my safety, so I yielded to you my wings and tried to bear it bravely when you pulled my pinions out. "The world is a cruel place, my dear, you're better off here with me."

_{A cage is still a cage, though it be made of bars of Gold.}

Such a carefully crafted life you built, each piece falling neatly in place like one of those giant puzzles you love, the end picture predetermined. And now that you found your missing piece and have tossed me aside, I realize, I never fit in that picture to begin with.

So what now, now that I'm on my own? Now I will wait, now I will grow, now I will listen to the stories that the wind tells, now I will learn to speak the language of the Oceans and the Stars, and soon, soon I will fly.