Was it you all along?

You taught me many things;
Like a birdie does to it’s kids,
by dropping them to die
from heights unknown!

Was it your great love,
that did the magic?
Or was it your deceit,
that fed me to despair?

Was it my faith in you,
that gave me my wings?
Or was it my innocence,
that saved me all along?

You brought out the best in me;
like calves and cubs are forced to,
when pushed into water stream,
the art of swimming ashore.

Was it your unflinching beauty,
that inspired me?
Or was it your cold heart,
that carved me to fit?

Was it my unwavering love,
that kept me alive?
Or was it my desperation,
that gave me no choice?