Open Cage, Birth, Funeral
Fear comes and goes.
Tidal waves.
Cleaning the shores,
repetitively.
I too, am afraid.
Afraid of loss,
Afraid of things which I can’t explain.
And of the bird,
deciding to depart,
unreasonable.
I want the bird to stay,
and I know that it will.
But the other bird might not,
which leaves me feeling;
Nauseous.
Copyright © Theo Nikula | Year Posted 2021
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