oh, broken-winged creature,
how heavenly wouldn't it be
to intertwine our feathers with the wind
and billow this nest farewell?
we'd leave these lonely windowsills behind
and bury our hopelessness
in the barren soil of the frayed forest,
next to the fallen twigs
of the oaks and the red maple trees
inside our hollow minds.oh, flightless bird,
how remarkably liberating it must be
to abandon solid ground; to soar through veils
and mists on a path toward different heights!
to build hearths within the cool breeze,
somewhere above and beyond
these all too familiar dried-up leaves.oh, you curious little thing,
imagine breaching the edge of the sky!
someplace where we could embrace the clouds
and bathe in the lush amber sunrise.
won't you rise up, flap your delicate wings
and chirp an enchanted lullaby?
let's empty our pouches
and finally take flight,
we'll escape this desolated cage
and set ourselves alright!oh, my sweet little songbird,
how are your wings holding up?
open your beak wide and release those cries,
we're embarking on a journey
greater than ourselves.
one day we'll create our own solstice
and reign over that instead,
just you and i.
YOU ARE READING
BEFORE THE STORM
Poetry𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌? | 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖼 © 2019 |