Something's stuck in my throat
Waiting to get out
A frog? a song, an explosion
of Sound!
Sing, sing, why can't I sing?
That fog, that mud, those melting ponds
This earth is
Waiting to sing!
Waiting for spring.
This joy builds up in my body
My lungs, Ariel-esque, unable
To sing this vocal arabesque.
Break the spell
Sweep away the snow
Sing out on the tundra
With the mud and grass and green
Spring, Sing, Sing!
YOU ARE READING
Big Eyes
PoetryPoems from my path across the United States as I attempt to heal and find my family. ***my mother and I have reconciled. We're good, you shouldn't worry.
