I’ve been a little bit out of sorts, my home here has been, shall I say, unsettled? Like a bird fiercely destroying her carefully-made nest, I’ve been somewhat selfish, and uncaring. I’ve pecked and I’ve pecked to force the hand of certain truths, I’ve dragged apart a consistent image, to reveal holes, jagged self-awareness, revelations which refuse to soothe, this birdie attacked her woven home, but repair is not so far off. Forgive me, I beseech thee, I didn’t mean to tear this apart. My once-comforting realm is now littered with unwholesome, harsh-trilled tunes, this little birdie deeply expresses her regret, I shall set about repairing the damage for me, for us, for them, for you, so setting foot here is less confronting, enabling our ability to relax, to easily breathe, I just want to share and interact, present the freedom, not constriction, of thoughtfully crafted poetry. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image by kytalpa from Pixabay
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