You have taken flight,
Creation of my soul.
I conceived you,
Gave you life,
Suffered as I forced you to grow;
Molded you into a perfect reflection
Of the unconscious within me,
Struggling as it located and then attached to
My slaving, active brain.
I took each of your tiny parts,
And painstakingly assembled them
Into a living, breathing entity.
You are covered with the invisible blood
Resulting from my toil.
I said goodbye to you
And sent you far away.
Will they see you as I do?
If so, you will sprout wings and encompass the world.
Otherwise, you shall die,
Taking with you, my heart.
