Flown

I have flown away, across rivers and seas
since you granted me my wings
and I unclipped them, travelling
on the tide until I found
my resting place
and didn’t look back

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Blow Away

I held tightly onto your hand
afraid that I was so small
I would fly away in the wind
like a lost balloon.

I thought if I ever let go
I might dance away
like the fluttering leaves
that were falling on my head.

But when I did let go,
taller and less likely to
blow away I found
that I didn’t need
to hold on, and I was
able to stand alone.

Rebirth

Daffodil buds struggle to poke
their heads through the snow
that’s beginning to melt under the sun’s gaze.

Overnight, a blizzard blows
come morning, the land is lying
under a white winter blanket.

Spring seems a distant memory
the trees still stand stretched bare
banks sleeping under the snow
but still hope holds on.
Spring is coming – we will
start again.

Shadows [Creative]

The house creaks and groans

around me and I am an intruder

in this shell of a building

that seems to move and whisper

with every breath.

I am alone,

But somewhere, behind the walls

are the whispers of the past,

the memories sewn into the fabric

of the building and it makes

me shiver.

The musty smell of cold stone

and old dark wood

and the everlasting polish

seems only to grow stronger

the longer I stand here.

I am afraid – but I should

not be, for ghosts

do not scare.