there's a hummingbird beating inside of my chest,
a parrot in my mind, constantly reminding me of the past,
a cardinal heart.
a hawk's eye of the world around me,
an owl's experience,
a falcon's demeanor.
an eagle's mind, yearning for a place to call my own.
YOU ARE READING
My View from the Mount
PoetryA really close friend (she's the older sister I never had) once told me that I don't need to be established to consider myself a writer. So here I am. I'm a writer, but I'm not a professional. I'm just a girl with a pen who speaks through a notebook...
