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The wings of summer come flying soft,
Puffs of feathers fluffed towards the sky;
I do not know, or not know not how,
Such warbling birds, with limps can fly.
I don’t know why they limp as babes,
Tossed from the nest, before the cat eats;
Whiskers dripping in homemade cream,
Somehow at times we fly as much as we need,
Up into the sky, to breathe;
But, sometimes we are stones, we sink to the floor.
And the world around us explodes,
Fur, yowls, claws as life takes another bite;
What goes on in the mind, is a curious thing.
Pathways misfiring, and there’s no end of ammo to spark,
Images, fear, flatness, some kind of pain,
Mental, a darkness physical that grabs at the mind;
And birds might fly for a limited time —
But all of us fall, at the end of he day.
And sleep cannot always solve,
Sometimes, light hurts your eyes, as if the world’s a giant;
Ray exposing you for every sin, and vice, every deed ever done wrong —
Every lie, and every past sin, no matter that you’ve turned;
I’ve no idea how life can revive, when I’ve already asked for so much.
But there are no words,when you’ve been robbed,
When there’s hurt but you can’t find the cause.
When part of you is broken,
And you can’t fuse the cracks;
And the world spins, and flows,
Dizzy from the ride, you always feel as if you’ll puke your insides.
When the past repeats, and you think you’ve healed,
When the cat gets it’s cream, and only feathers remain;
When your eyes can’t see, or the mind can’t connect,
What then, each path, the doorway shuts,
Then what? Positivity aside —
Then, somehow a glimmer reveals;
New wings rebuilt, fragile –no one knows why,
But they’re a gift, and such mercy means you can become,
That a future has possibility,
And warbling birds trill a tune,
No matter the storms or trials.
The cat will have to wait,
This bird’s wings flap for miles.
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