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This bird I’m carrying
I grip the cage’s handle
my knuckles, white
it screams, it cries
and strikes the bars
over, and over.
I can’t hear those sounds
it’s been so long
it used to sing a beautiful song
I open the door for it.
Memories of days past
like branches on a tree
sagging from their own weight
we make an adjustment here
and a trimming there.
We can’t rid the trunk
but we work on what spreads from it
so that it lives healthy
under a beautiful sun.
By the end
we’ve lost something
something we cherished, and held near
but in this I’ve learned
to guard my heart, my dear.
The end of the line
neither of us believe it’s here
the ferryman nods
and it’s me who gets off.
The land beyond
is tightly woven spikes
under a black and starless sky
they break skin, I bleed
and I’m driven forward
in stinging pain, but moving.
In that land
in all its solitude and hurt
I remember
everyone deserves someone
but it’s here I learn
the someone
will come, and will go.
Always, forever
is just a promise.
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