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little bird
when i was a little girl,
my mom told me i could
fly.
eight years later.
i know better now.
life has taught me so many things.
you can’t dream without risking
nightmares.
you can’t have love without having your heart
broken.
you can’t hope without being in
misery.
you can’t lift a soul if it’s already
anchored.
now,
after everything,
it doesn’t seem worth it.
and i don’t know what to do.
i can’t fly.
i’ve learned that life isn’t
the release,
the freedom,
the perfection
of being able to spread your wings
and soar.
it’s having your wings
clipped.
it’s being stuck in a cage all your life, and
finally being able
to open the hatch and
fly away
only to realize
your skinny yellow talons have been
tied down
to the bars of the cage.
it’s seeing the world from the sky and
then having leather blinders
cut into your eyes.
it’s
flying through the stars,
kissing the clouds,
singing in the moonlight.
only to be shot down.
and i’ve learned one can’t fly
unless they’re willing to risk it.
the one thing i’m scared of
more than not being able to fly,
is death
of a dream
of a heart
of a hope
of a soul
of me.
because death means
the end.
i’m not going to let that happen.
so instead of being able to fly
i let them clip my wings and
i sink into my cage.
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for my loyal jodie,
and my sweetest kaia.
keep flying, little birds.