It comes to me,

Tight and un-assuming.

No fight here-you’re welcome.

Here we are again!

Ssh, little bird…you have the most powerful wings.

No one taught you how to let them dry in the sun.

Sit on that rock and

Bask in the heat.



You’re doing it how you are meant to do it.

Bridge from before to now, pause in the middle of

your wobbly suspension bridge.

Little bird-

Remember what I always told you.

The shadow isn’t a real monster.

It’s only powerful

when you

give it a name.

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