I'm finding birds,
I'm finding wings,
tracing paths and lines.
Getting out of the valley of sadness and deathly vibes.
Smiling, when realizing smiles are for free-
Having roots a ripped out tree.
Finding my birds
They introduced me to these wings.
I'm eventually getting better and happy,
now that almost everyone
who'd caused my sadness has went
away.
© in 2013
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