the birds (Remove filter)
For the birds
I’ve never felt closer to the birds.
Closer to my fears Closer to the curb.
falling down, picking myself back up
I’m not used to this, I was expecting the crash
Suddenly I feel the spine growing in my back
Arching my neck, lifting my chin up
Slowly but surely, I’m starting to not give a fuck.
I feel the sunshine embracing my face
Telling me I’m gorgeous, never sounding fake
Realer than ...
Wednesday 7th October 2020 7:45 pm
Recent Comments
Reggie's Ghost on Ballot Box
5 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Eleventh Anniversary of a beloved local self denying Community leader
12 hours ago
Holden Moncrieff on Earnest.
13 hours ago
Jon on New Life
13 hours ago
David RL Moore on Resting Place
14 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on Earnest.
14 hours ago
David RL Moore on Ballot Box
15 hours ago
Bethany Sallis on A worthy praising
15 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Ballot Box
15 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on A Moral Hub
15 hours ago