But I stayed!
In that sky they painted,
Tracing silver in ashes, measuring hope in borrowed storms.
I stitched my faith to the seams of their clouds,
Into the fabric of their smoke.
Every step forward was a step deeper into their maze.
Every question I asked, was answered with softer lies, like pillows stuffed with thorns.
They crowned me a fighter.
A title carved from their traps.
They called me a believer,
In a faith they forged with their own hands.
They built the sky, and they built the cage.
And I?
I was the obedient bird. Who called the bars "Freedom."
And when I finally broke the silence, when I tore the clouds with my bare hands, they simply whispered; "You've changed."
Hell No!! I've only begun, to see the sky they never meant for me.
And once we realize, there was a madaf***in joke.