you rest…I’ll watch
Little birds
fly into clear windows
Stunned
Panting
They rest
Until they can fly
again
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
‘Fragile’
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
yesterdays.
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
alone.
But none of us are.
We are fragile together.
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Nic Askew
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