Birds of a feather...
Flock together

Think when you said we were like birds of a feather
I am not sure whether
You meant that we are both broken mirrors
Both twins in some ways, the other part of the broken glass- still shimmers
I think maybe you need to see whether you also have the thing like me
The creative, moody, impulsive, charismatic ADHD
I think that your decision is short sighted and stupid
And even though you don’t seem to care, and see me as almost putrid
What if, just by happenstance- you do still care?
Then we are both unnecessarily drowning, gasping for air….
About the Creator
Susannah Peareth-Kinston
I am a mother of two boys, a librarian and a poet.
I hope to make some poetry connections here and maybe even have it as a side hustle. I do it for the cathartic release I get from writing it.
I write about love, friendship and ADHD.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.