A BirdA Poem by Nishi Barnes...
A push was the first
of many, she was sure. Teasing perhaps, not like anger such behaviour was to her. A giggle or a chuckle, a stampede of steps. Running and running; the sound of a bird tangled in a net. Happiness and fear, both seemingly sewn together like an old worn sweater that was never worn ever. The bird will free itself eventually won’t it not? Even a baby itself can escape unharmed from its cot. Except it doesn’t. Not fully anyway. For what is a bird without its wings? Unable to soar away without an echo of pain, A creature unable to ever feel whole in itself again. So it remains on the ground, bitter and resigned, forced to watch those friends from before leave them behind. And so I realised a sudden truth and it was a thought before that I had once held as uncouth. Why did I hurt for their sake; allow them to continue to take and take? For them to repeatedly berate and berate, and not return any affection until it was finally too late. Because they weren’t my friends, and I realise that now. They weren’t my friends, because despite being wingless and alone I finally feel free as well. © 2018 Nishi Barnes |
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Added on November 16, 2018 Last Updated on November 16, 2018 Tags: bird, friendships, relationships AuthorNishi BarnesUnited KingdomAboutI am an extremely introverted little slip of a girl who enjoys writing in her spare time. Yup. That’s me. more..Writing
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