My hands turn into fists

My hands turn into fists

A Story by Jon Roggie

Sit with me.

The rain will be here soon.
 The smell is in the air.

Did I startle you?

Sorry, for that.
  I tend to wander.,
   and this Garden is my home.

How do you get along on two feet?

Never mind,
 Flutterby help me.

"Are you well?"

Innocents.
 How do I answer?

This body no longer feels like my own.
I had a shell.
  and now I have hands turning into fists.

"just taking  a moment.
  Catch my breath,
   and watching the hummingbirds."

Mistake on my part,
 but might as well  help with the seclusion.

"Where are they?"

Gives me a smile.

"You are used to the regular humming-birds aren't you?"

This is how you start a story. Give your audience a questions.

Hesitant "Yes" is my reply,
 so now I am stuck.

Never leave a story untold,
  even if it hasn't told.

Kinda a rule.

Trust me.

"Silent one?  You never heard her?'
  No?
Shining light zipping through the branches?
  No?

Stretch for a moment.
  Neck is so stiff.
I blame the rain.

Holde out my arms,
 tremors from the effort,
  and call.

"Hope, and Warmth,
   I need you now.
 Love and Help,
  roost on my shoulders.
 Humor, and doubt,
   quit your bickering,
 and join us.

For a moment I feel whole,
 but I know it can't last.

All of my wings are meant to fly,

Still, I sit.
 Tired.
   New body.
  Hands curl into fists.

© 2020 Jon Roggie


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we all have our hands balled into fists...and right now i think we all want to fly away from what is happening...but if we do, we know we have to fly solo.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

4 Years Ago

In all honesty, my hands clench. Damage has been done, and so it goes. I am tired, and I can't do e.. read more

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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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