As a child I sang along
With the beautiful morning angels.
They chirped and chittered cheerful songs
I could listen to all day long.
I'd pick up their feathers as my own
So one day I could join them.
Above the trees would be my home
And I'd never be alone.
I long for a mother of the sky
Though I have one of the earth.
She curtly dismisses as I cry
Mother let me fly.
A terrible winter whisks them away
So cold I call it Heartless.
I wait at the window and wish and pray
But the silent mornings stay.
Though I'm blue I'm never down.
Perhaps I'm partially impatient
To see my family flock around
And pull me off the ground.
For weeks I shuffle through the snow
And sing to my lost friends.
They would sing high and I'd sing low.
It's not as pretty solo.
A timid warmth tapers through the trees
And light climbs to my eyes.
I wearily listen to the breeze
And chatter ends the freeze.
Joy and anxiety jolt my heart
And I know my companions won't stay.
One swings low from afar
And says we don't have to be apart.
She whistles with a resounding ring
Freeing me from my fear
At her direction I spread my wings
And I followed them all above the clouds where it's always spring
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Letting My Monsters Out
PoetryThis is a poem book where you can meet MY monsters instead of June's. If you like June, don't you want to know about the monsters that inspired her author (me) to make her? NO COPYING! If anyone steals any of these poems, I will die in a hole from d...
