BETWIXT

On a wing and bravado,
my own mistress;
unfettered,
I lorded over my oyster.

Then arrived the majestic void,
filled, gloriously, but only a while.
A premature birth of being -
made, wrecked, and again.

A wisp,
once caught,
forever sought.

Company once sustained,
solitude is far more charming.
The shell shorn, I stand naked;
tried on a few robes, none quite fit.

My size is strange.