Stella Silvae

You were safe. 

Your weapons 
neatly stowed 
in the pockets of 
your strength 
and your 
fragility:  
only there 
for self-defense, 
and only used 
when there was 
no hope 
of escape. 

Crushing, then, 
that after all these years, 
you could forget that.  
And so boldly 
leap into their 
shadows 
and their 
power, 
at just 
the mention 
of my own 
desire 

to leave.