YOU
I finally told someone about you.
I said your name out loud.
I whispered it into the universe....
and I told my closest confidante.
It made us real.... not a figment of my imagination.
Not a secret to hide.
It felt good.
But when I got home, you were gone.
And it made me sad.
But now someone knows about you.
They know you came and perched on my windowsill,
even though it was only for a short while.
They know that somehow you made me believe that I'll fly again...
that I may be able to find my song again.
And that's how I know you were real.
9 comments:
Wow.
You are a master with words Blue. This is beautiful. Thanks for letting us see an intimate part of you.
Have you been visited by the blue bird of happiness?
beautiful, evoactive words, as always :)
What a lovely poem, Blue. So hopeful--I do pray you find your wings again soon.
These words seem to speak for me.
Lovely
Thank you for these words - they are an encouragement and an exhortation to not "despise the day of small things"
thanks everyone... for the kind words.
colleen- something like that. although at first it seemed more of a bluejay... a little strutting, arrogance, feather fluffing. :)
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