Lost and Found

I walked alone by moonlight as I lived in fear of the sun, Blinded and burnt once too often by her false promises. Left thinking everyone only ever saw her loving warmth, While I sat silently crying cold and shivering in the corner Like a puppet I was forced to follow in her yellow light, Always pulling my heart strings to make me dance her way. Behind the scenes echoing Pinocchio wanting to be a real, But she would taunt me more with scissors above my head. Forever trapped in a world that was of her creation and ideals, Escape was only temporary as I returned like a boomerang. With so many negative thoughts and deep holes of self-hate, How could I love myself when I did not even know her likes? When the news came it was not through a town crier, But sat in an office with a floral mask upon both our faces. It was a dodgy gene turned on is what the expert told us, There was finally to be an end that was not my full stop. The months passed as the sun’s needs grew ever more, But control of the universe was slipping from her fingers. Shifting the balance of power in a whole new direction, Setting prisoners free from crimes they never committed. The day before she set for what would be her last, We listened as ever by Classic FM and Mr Armstrong. The following morning I held her hand one final time, As she passed with a rattle to silence within minutes. In almost four months I seldom cry for her passing, Adapting to my new normal has been far harder. No longer someone’s puppet or living in the darkness, I was lost but now I am found.