Founding Birds

And I’ve been trying to walk these shores for years, but I’ve started to feed thin, wandering weak

I’m not where I need to be, but these steps have lead me here for a reason, shark bitten storms

They told me I could be whoever I wanted, but they didn’t teach me how to get through mourning over the loss of who I was and who I was told to be.

So here I , pondering in my little mind, stuck in a vault of my mistakes and my yet-to-be future self

I’m standing tall, on short stilts looking over my life, in a bed of birds chirping in my ear the things I strive to become

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