Do little birds
hesitate,
to jump
from nests
perched like cliffs?
Do little birds
pray,
to ricochet
from the ground
towards the clouds?
Or, do little birds
learn,
to flap
feeble wings;
a desperate plight to survive?
here's a short reflection on how we grow.
is it by necessity or by fate, that we are
who we are?
i haven't been able to write for months now.
it feels right to be back here.
a.s.