poison nest

you made my nest out of poison plants

brand new skin so quickly made old

feathers of fear so hastily sewn

out of the nest into free fall

you thought I would crash and return

but here I go, towards volition

I may be on the ground, but

I am here because I am free

and you will never change that for me. 

Reviews

[Daniel Rodriguez]

A nice empowerment poem. At first I thought this was about a signifcant other. But seems more about a parent. A bird that falls is a disappointment. But not all birds need to fly, hence being free. I dont think I want to assign a number to this simply because I feel its short and simple. Just know I liked this poem. Thanks for the read.