My misery,

You caused it.

The dull ache in my bones

You caused it

My inability to bond,

You caused it,

My hatred

my angst

My pain

You caused it

My song

You caused it

My art

You caused it

My laughter

My happiness

My bittersweet regret

You caused it

 

You threw me from the nest and tried to snatch me back.

But I slipped through the cracks in your fingers and became free.

 

I hover just outside of reach

Sending reminders of me to you barren home.

Not as a taunt but as a gift of gratitude

 

Because, the fullness of my life,

You caused it.