birds.

i have not yet

given

up

 

i have my own caged bluebird.

i have my own hiding places

i have my own sun

to be angry

at.

 

the hawk is hurt,

though

no predator

may strike.

 

these talons, may draw blood yet.

the wing is not entirely dead.

 

i have not yet

given

up.

 

on those who struck me from the sky,

my revenge,

has just begun.

Reviews

[Mark]

Reminds me of the lyrics from an album entitled "Deadwing":

I don't remember
Did something in my past create a hole?
Don't use your gender
To drive a stake right through my soul

[Hedra Helix]

Sweeeet bare structure, makes the crispness/preciseness of your voice ring clear. Dope dope dope.

[Emily B]

Please don't give up. I hear your voice from where I sit. I look up at the cloud-filled sky and I know. I know that somewhere there is a hiding place filled with hope and other things. Things not mentioned but yet still possible. Wonderful work. I'm a big fan of your words.