Little Bird

You reach for freedom
so gracefully
that it takes you up
into smoking grey

Where light shines
at the end of a long tunnel

Escape your poison
It is a thing that belongs in dirt

Shake off heavy wings
Lay all burdens beneath you
and soar into infinite possibility

Skies may be turbulent
Wind may buffet you down
Continue to search
to strive

Home will rise with the horizon
an eyrie to plant feet
listen for sounds of joy
of knowing you’re exactly where you need to be

Spread your wings, little bird
spread them and fly.

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