Squeezing Blackbirds

Blackbirds have gathered in your eyes feeding on canyon shadows throughout time growing plump on imperfection-self doubt you must fight-hard and long with great resolve because they're persistent and loud. Grab hold of them one by one squeeze until your palms fill with silence and blood. Toss the concoction off to the side. Walk a path of white stones into the garden of life.. Now, most all the blackbirds are gone only the petals of poems fill your eyes.