Denial

Standard

Needle fine

Canary bone

So thin is wrought

And light to fly

We splinter just

As easily as this

Deny the little cries

We crush the self

Of beating heart

Its wings that

Need to stretch

Out wide in flight

Rejection is our

Other name

The game is all

Our loss alone

Forlorn we fail

To know the dream

In songs that only

We could sing

Of love as fragile

As a bird on wing

And pure in bliss as this…

 

©K Barr

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