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Baby bird
On the drive to work as the sun beams for Me
My mind and core still always reeling
Can't comprehend the depth of feeling
As you helped to ease and fix
A heart that had once all but stopped it's desperate beating
Once a girl standing on a fresh grave
With no words fitting for it's stone
Sitting in offices, trying to act brave
Counting pills in a hand that felt
The death of part of its soul
As it flew away like a wounded bird
Wanting and yearning to be seen and be heard
Broken and useless, Afraid and a burden
Now a woman who's standing in her own grace
A partner by her side , no longer lingering in place
Words flowing deeply from her expanse
Standing in her own scene , eyes gleaming
Thankful her core has a fresh chance to dream
Feeling the light winds of travel
As a new bird that's just hatched
Ready to see what life will unravel
Copyright ©
Ashley Gleason
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