A Bird

A bird with no wings,
I can hear her sing
As the stars come to play. 

Soprano's sweet melody that waves across 
fields and fills 
me with a fire I can't identify.
What is her song?

A girl with the happy eyes has her own demons
That claw their way out when you aren’t looking
The smile you’ve come to love has never been her real one
a voice chirps, giggles, laughs,
But the ones inside her head,
They sing and they scream.

She watches flames dance
And wishes to dance with 
Glowing embers,
Just to fly. 

She throws her arms to the sky
And screams
But all they hear is her melody. 

A bird with no wings does not sing
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Mckee Avatar
May 18, 2019 at 9:11 PM
Every knock and rattle is frightening in a dark room . Be brave enough to remove the covers and get to the light and turn it on . This is where we start to understand the noises in the darkness where we hide . I love you .
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