Her

There was a girl who looked like me She followed me close by. If someone hurt or saddened us She hid away to cry She weighed as heavy as a rock But couldn’t quite be seen She sometimes almost went away But reappeared in dreams She often spoke in voices Quite like those I knewContinue reading “Her”

Baby bird

How old were you when you found your wings ? When did you first feelĀ in control of your choices? Or grounded enough to let go of your fear? Whose fear was it anyway ? Did you climb a mountain in a sweltering landscape and peek at your new perspective through the gap in the clouds?Continue reading “Baby bird”