Birdwoman

the-hideout-222

Two selves clamor,
Crushing.
Crumpling into a ball
Launched into a wastebasket.

Piled with pain of uncertainty,
Clipping her wings and cluttering her life.
The little girl dashes through patches of hanging clouds.
Away from the broken line, she strays—

A sudden screech. Then a bang.
Fallen into fear; far from safety
Blare of sirens summon her sanity.
Her pale flesh lifted from the dark road.

Wrapped in his hands, the questions asked:
Are you a raven?
Are you a hummingbird?
Why are you dreamily unaccomplished?

Softening the wrinkles, she responds
I am a woman on a journey.

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