When my heart broke
I became free
Though I didn't know it.
Why did it take
My glass red heart
Shattering on the ground
Of your ability
To have compassion.
Bursting out of my
Chest is the shrapnel
Of the grenade
You sewed carefully
In my dreams
Masquerading as
A rose
Bleeding to death from
The thorns
Should have been
A clue.
I had to die
To be free.
I had to break
To know
What was wrong.
A rose by any other name
Really isn't the same.
I am Mythica.
Manea is the name
Of a dead woman.
Mythica is the name
The Divine laid
Upon my heart
Before it was
Broken
Free from human
Tyranny.
I know you
Are having a hard time
Because you haven't
Been broken
So you can be free
To call me
By name.
