Today I have to acknowledge, and be thankful for,

Our bondage as siblings of a sort,

Your obligation,

and my seemingly endless Love-

lets linger on that love.

It sprung from the ground clean and

pure, filling you with life,

and nourishing your

soul. But foraging was not your

"style" so you destroyed my

natural burble and replaced

me with an artesian well-mechanical hell-

and I pumped out love

you did not fuel, you dried

you were the shining sun,

deadly attractive, and

without you replenishing

my internal mechanisms, I

slowly broke.

Gears ground, as springs

snapped upwards, hitting

essential nuts and bolts

symbolically I stopped, halted.

But without that I would not have been able to

salvage the best parts of

myself.

Now, I am not flawless

but neither am I heartless

and I still thank you for your

flawed, heartless, recklessness.

Without your plundering

I would not know

who truly loves me.

I would be melancholic,

without your "pestiferous ignorance",

more of doormat, than

who I am proud to look at

in the mirror, standing at bat,

as a future Diplomat, Democrat

Alley Cat, Almanac, Artifact

A-to-Z Zodiac woman

who, on behalf of humankind

will start her own

Coup d'etat and attack.

I can promise I will be more famous

than Robert Frost, keeping

up with me will be

exhausting as I

calculate marginal

cost and Guess What?

You lost.

So find someone else to

leech off

of, I am Thankful that

you were able to

teach me, because now

I preach

That I

am most enamored by

watching myself learn to fly

ready to strike out on my own

neither will sticks nor stones

break my bones

sticks being your indifference,

stones having been my pesky ignorance,

but no, I will not be your Icarus

for, I am most thankful

to be my own deliverance