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Sep 2018
As I held you cupped in my hands
My little Robin
Did I notice the wounds
The bruises

Had I held on too long?
For a meager bird does not belong in cramped spaces
But how could I learn to let you go?
A bird so grandiose
So sumptuous

As I observe more
My little robin
Did I notice then the damage caused by me
God created you to be set free
Is your wings not designed to launch?
To blow you with the wind,
Home?

Yet I enclose your purpose
With my hands
Am I selfish for wanting to stay a little longer,
My little robin?

Yet you fidget within my grasp
Wanting to fly,
Home

I guess this where I say goodbye
I am sorry,
My little Robin
For the casualty I have caused

I am not your home
I realise and so
My hands,
Fingertips
Slowly unravel

Little Robin you spread your wings,
And take off
Taking a piece of my heart with you,
Home
This is about a person i have encountered in my life . I have named her after a Robin. After meeting this certain individual did i notice i am not the best fit for her . we both are different , complete opposites yet i am drawn to her even after i realize holding on will do more damage than letting go. I am sorry to this particular robin , for the hurt i caused by simply trying to hold onto the weak string between us. Sorry for the damage i caused to this particular Robin. you set yourself free . i realize its for the best. GoodBye Robin , it was nice meeting you.
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   gemma
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