Little Bird Lost

I wrote this poem back in 2010 (March to be precise) at a time I needed reminding that no matter how bad things get, you have to have hope, you have to believe that things will get better, because things do invariably get better.

I kinda need reminding of this today… things DO get better.

What now little bird,
all tattered and torn
Your feathers are broken,
You spirit forlorn

no tears can you weep,
that well has run dry
But your heart flows a river
you moment is nigh

Hope, little bird
Astir in your breast
in the the darkest of hours
your strength will attest

on wings made of joy
your spirit will try
To beat back the black depths
And re-learn how to fly


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