Colorful birds
Whose voices were stolen
Choking now on the cries
Of indignant lies
Waiting for their binds to be broken.
//
So radiant
With talons of steel
Under relentless attack
But they fight back
While struggling to learn to heal.
//
A never ending cycle
Of flying through the intensity of the storm
Settling in the eye and it's calm
Only to be pulled from your security and comfort—
Getting thrown around until you're over-worn.
//
I am one of these colorful birds…though sometimes I don't feel very colorful at all…
Battered and bruised by the retreating chaos
My wings are useless, so I'm learning to crawl
In spite of what I have lost.
//
Then out of nowhere, the breakthrough happens:
I’m growing, I’m soaring—riding the current
Between joining the tempestuous turbulence
And re-learning the meditative, soothing forgiveness of a cool breeze
The same breeze that settles in after the storm
And lingers in the eerie silence before the next.
//
Always waiting
To again be struck by lightning
Barreled through vicious gusts of wind
Pummeled by torrents
And icy sleet.
//
Always expecting.
Never prepared.
But I (we) always get back on my (our) feet.
About the Creator
V. N. Roesbon
I have dreamt of being a writer since a young age. In my teenage years I also came to love photography. I typically take pictures of clouds and write poems, but so far I am really enjoying creating for challenges here on Vocal.
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