From TheFeatheredSleep, a song of freedom
You do not acknowledge
The serpent around your neck
Nor
Pay heed to that crushing feeling in your chest
Instead you imagine
You are a bird
Your eyes are clear and you spie
The very fabric of the sky
Wielding like unteathered kite
If you could write
A story about the world below
You’d tell a tale of an unknowing girl
Who by her fate
Fell into a well
Too deep for recovery
And at night
Espying the free bird
Sent her heart
While her body, a poor glove
Dried into shapes of shadow
The girl flew
High above her earthly prison
Weightless, painless, without burden
And when she cried, it was not
The cry of pain or loss
But a new sound, like being born
Once more
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