Little Bird

“Can you keep a secrete Little Bird?”

I will whisper it in your ear.

Come closer little bird.

One day you will pluck your pretty little feathers from your little bones.

The sky will turn a grey blue.

Your singing chime will scream and your lungs will turn cold too.

The winds will grow stronger the mountain will grow higher.

You will welcome the clean blade.

Unless

You wish these words away.

Let your war wounds heal ware them with pride.

Come into the light

You have no need for fear nor fright.

Take a deep breath

you're a bird silly, you must learn to fly.

- Rose’s Kiss

Original poem on my Instagram: roses_kiss_xx