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Untitled by Tressa Carmichael
from Legacy 2000
Untitled
by Tressa Carmichael
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I am held with wings
Of strawberry feather
Lightly, as the wind
On which we fly
yet strongly as any
Other cage's door
The fuzzy down
Pressed against my skin
comforts and warms me
yet suffocates my spirit.
The chirping of his lullaby
Turns me liquid.
He does not know,
Inside I cry.
It is by his limbs
I am supported
And his claws
That grip the branch
Where we sit.
How can I take so much
Yet give so little?
How can my soul soar
Higher into the sky
Searching for the nest
From which I fell?
