kindness.
quiet and shy,
it hides in a screen
for only my eyes.
it's simple and lonely
rarer and rarer
it flickers and sputters
such a lonely wonder.
a bird trying to breathe,
i watch its lungs straining
but how can we know
that it'll be able to live?
we must not smother it,
while we destroy the gnarled smoke.
it's essential to protect
our sweet reminder of hope.
and yet, smaller and smaller its feathers grow
such a faltering smile in a forest of foes
when will it chirp
or make itself known?
~
About the Creator
Ruby Red
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