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There is a nest of birds inside my body Trying to peck and claw their way out. I can feel their wings beating Bruises onto my insides Their ever flapping wings Stir my stomach into knots That I can’t hope to untie. Every time I try to speak My mouth fills with feathers And I have to swallow hard Again and again To keep from choking on them. They’ve pecked holes in my mind These restless creatures inside me So that I can’t understand anything The way I used to. I know they are trying to escape That they are trapped inside me They mean me no harm, really, still, most days I feel More like the caged bird than the cage itself.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
Of Birds & Cages
There is a nest of birds inside my body Trying to peck and claw their way out. I can feel their wings beating Bruises onto my insides Their ever flapping wings Stir my stomach into knots That I can’t hope to untie. Every time I try to speak My mouth fills with feathers And I have to swallow hard Again and again To keep from choking on them. They’ve pecked holes in my mind These restless creatures inside me So that I can’t understand anything The way I used to. I know they are trying to escape That they are trapped inside me They mean me no harm, really, still, most days I feel More like the caged bird than the cage itself.
#anxiety#birds#cages
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lauren-spooner
Canadian
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
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