Poetry
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What happens after my last breath? I ask myself for the thousandth time. Hair prickles, Palms sweat. I chew the end off my thumb nail. Stomach churns, I don’t know. What will it feel like? The beat of thumping in my chest growing louder, A concert just for me. I close my eyes tight All…
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For months the blood drained out of the tiny holes Where feathers once rested. I was certain the bleeding would never stop. I could see no path forward. They had destroyed me, What was the use? One day I found a small vile, at first I felt it no use then after a while, I…
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My first few flights since the time I fled, I wasn’t quite sure why it hurt inside. I was supposed to feel free I was supposed to feel alive. Weak kneed and wobbly eyed It became clear to me. I’d spent my whole life trying not to drown in that cage, I’d never learned how…
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Walked in circles colored with my blood. Dug a crimson rut. Clueless to the way the ground was lowering beneath me. Looking right,Looking left, Looking down, Looking up,All those birds, Flying above me. I wanted to be up there. At the time, I hadn’t noticed A door not far away, I’d been too busy begging…
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Taking flight never felt so hard.Looking down, my feathers were gone. I can see it now,The way they laughed at me Each time I’d jumped from caged windows trying to fly. Dad scooped me off the pavement again andshoved me back on stage,“Sing lizzybird, sing”I opened my beakAnd let out a scream.What a marvelous sound…
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Time spent hopping around, blood trickling out. Searching for feathers other may have dropped. If I found enough, I could jab them in my sides and make new wings of mine. Every fallen feather I found was just as blood as my own. I reached my resolve, and I’d have to figure out how to…
Healing Birds Fly Again 