Lauren B Called

(Motown)

A Bird


I sit on a window ledge
enticed by the flowers and breeze
the warmth of my home behind me
to fall upon
my choices in front I see
the more my lungs fill with the fresh air
the more it flows through me
as I tremble and long for the taste
of the source of this fire in me
but it's not yet spring
the weather's not right
a leap now
could cost me my life
what I see is still yet a vision
has not manifested completely
I sit on a window ledge
daily growing in strength
it is my voice you will hear loudly
singing of what others cannot yet see

Submitted: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013
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