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The Healing Bird

by Hannah Moon 4 years ago in sad poetry

And We Breathe….

Photo by Molly Michelin

A mangled bird laying amongst the sheets of frost covered autumn leaves to her last breath she clings, listening, and counting the beats of her immortal heart, tears of black sliding over her cheeks, she, a disconsolate work of art

She crawled, limp and broken, within a bottle, changing into a butterfly only to realize, she’s trapped, enslaved by the substance within, and so she fell.

Tumbling down a gloomy discontented path to her unavoidable fate with time memories fade, but to forget, there's no way, implanted in our brains, the hurt running through our numb and icy veins

She made a mark, left a scar….

Our broken hearts never to trust again …

A bird heals and spreads her damaged wings as we fall.

Now we lay amongst these cold, autumn leaves counting the beats.

Holding on.

trying to take that last breath from stone lungs…

From above a bird in a tree sings its solemn song

And we breathe….

sad poetry

Hannah Moon

Art is never finished, only abandoned.

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