life: acoustic & amplified

poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

you rest…I’ll watch

Little birds

fly into clear windows



They rest

Until they can fly


We, too, are

little birds

Fragile and, sometimes,

Stunned by life,

By the sheer pain

Of the brutal hits we take

Never expecting

Love to be so cruel

Can we stop?

Rest a while

Until we’re able to fly again?

It may be that the only way

To survive

Is to rest in the shade

While our angels

Protect us from predators

from Morning to night

Until we are strong enough

To, once again,

Spread our wings

To the sky

And fly


Amy Lloyd


We are fragile. You and me.

Though we act strong,

our lives are

held together with

thoughts of where

we might be tomorrow.

And of disappointed


At any moment we might shatter.

We might fall to our knees

weighed down by the terror

of being so far from

our own control.

Dare we look up, we’d not know

where to go or what to do.

We are fragile. You and me.

If we were to turn to each other,

we might see the whole world

on their knees.

Hurting, and seemingly


But none of us are.

We are fragile together.


Nic Askew

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