If You'Re A Bird, I'M A Bird. Poem by Carla Nestoros

Now I can just live, let me learn
while you still breathe, the world still turns
As you still strive to bring me down
I will still fly to the beat of my sound
Ultimately I can make my way through
As long as I’m adamant to not think of you
I can be fly freely. I’ve done it before.
There’s no reason to just ‘be’ anymore
With more steps forward and more confessing
I can see us apart as a beautiful blessing
Now I’m my decisions, no longer a ‘we’
I can say what I’ve done. I’ve done it for me.