Finally I’m here today

Flying high on feathers of hope

Refusing to remain tight like a bud

From the risk of budding under the scorching sun

I often hear laughter invited from beyond

The shame, the dark thoughts and spite

Do they intend to break my spirit?

And hide my teary eyes beneath a bowed head?

The small bird sings a tune without words

Perching in the stems of my soul

Reminding that whether still or not

The daybreak is astoundingly clear

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