Broken Bird

 

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Broken bird,

Did you forget how to fly?

Did you lose yourself in the thorns of the nest that cradled you?

Did the memories of your first time, teetering too close to the edge,

Wake you in the night?

That leap was magical, it was the first time you knew,

That the endless sky was yours, and it’s wind would carry you.

Broken bird, you are not less,

Because the world stole a feather,

So sit with me a while and watch the orange sun sink low into the sky.

Close your eyes and feel the breeze, ruffling between your wings.

Let determination set into your tired eyes.

Broken bird, you are not alone.

Broken bird, tonight we fly.

-N.B.

The Right Thing

Criticism strikes like a knife to my soul,

Disguised as a joke,

But the pain stings sincere.

Was the right thing to spin the wheels of my rusty mind faster?

Was the right thing to never ask at all?

I am unaware of how I got here.

I am unsure of how my story ends,

All I know is this static condition,

And it was I who set the tone.

Forever pleasing,

Always willing,

Like a dog for approval’s bone.

I just wanted to do the right thing,

Let me try, Oh no, how dare I,

If I asked, shame on me,

I should’ve known.

The truth cuts deep,

When it stares you down in your reflection.

Accept your faults, and leave thoughts be.

But still I wonder,

What miraculous event will move my needle?

Its foundation stiff and stern.

A sea of mistakes, I’m always swimming,

But to drown, despicable me, I yearn.

No book or words could teach me,

My mind will never learn.

Come up for air,

Bad decisions, I breathe in.

One word, One trigger,

And my gun of sorrows lit.

Tragic clarity consumes my hope.

And then I know,

The right thing was never here.

The right thing required better.

Silly girl, too blind to see,

The right thing was not inside you.

The right thing was never me.

-N.B.