Smoke Joke

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.