The bird sits on its perch, still so very young.
But its indigo wings have never flown
And so in her nest, every day she's grown.
The bird looks down and sees a canyon below
Why did she have to have a canyon below?
Why not a bench or a summery meadow?
Her sisters have gone
Oh how far they've flown
But they did not have a canyon below
And still, she was expected
to learn to fly with a canyon below
Afraid to love and afraid to lose
The bird breathes in
She looks down at the canyon where she must jump
And hope that she will live
The bird leans over a little
And begins to jump
Now she will fly
But what if she falls?
Afraid to love and afraid to lose
The bird is afraid to fall
And so she stays in her little nest
Scared to fly knowing if she doesn't catch herself, no one will.
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
