Untitled Poem by Sharon Andrews

Come on spit it out
What's on your mind
Im not stupid its behind your eyes
You've let it come between us
Are you afraid what i'll find out
Nothin can harm us
There all just memories of days gone by
or are they plans ahead
I can't let go, if you don't
Let me in and i'll find us
A way to move forward
Acceptance, forgivness that will free us
From mental thethers given
By selfish, greedy breeders
Who only barely feed us
With lies, deceipt
The list is endless like
shopping on a receipt
Ticking them off one by one
No returns when the days done
No refunds its stuck like glue
Until the right receipe is written
Like me and you
Lets heat it up
Cook the bugs out,
Until it burns
Then brush away the ashes
Grow new feathers
Rise up and at last
Fly above the mases.