Flying Away

I can smell foreign breath on my neck

And on my skin

In and around my heart

While the key to my chest sleeps softly on the sofa

Lying in the unknown,

But suspecting what rattles at the cage

Of my soul.

 

I was told by myself

That I wouldn’t settle in another birds nest

But the calmness that once passed through my lungs

Has begun to detest

This static pace

That life has become

With you,

Since things begun.

 

The eggs I chose to instead nest with

Can speak to the wind

And whisper secrets

That I never did know.

They breathe against me

And help me grow.

 

I’ll have to leave your nest.

And its sad because,

Well I had started

To like it, each bit

Was precious

In its own way.

Even if the nest grew more dreary

With each passing day.

Reviews

[Deviant Works]

A heartfelt poem that I understand fully. Are small glimpses of happiness enough to sustain us? The eggs enough of a reason to stay? Wonderful imagery in this poem.

[JAM]

I really loved this. The imagery, the emotion, the enjambment. It touched me.