Little Bird, Shackled but Free

I am the sparrow, perched beneath the redwood

Observing, whirling through dimensions

I am the mother chanting to a pouting newborn

Tugging at my hair, letting my sanity sail on ahead of me

I am the fat cardinal crunching through fresh fallen leaves

My curiosity escorting me along the dirt path

I am the student scrawling notes in my book

Gawking blankly at my lecturing teacher

I am the eagle ascending the clouds majestically

No worries tying me down

I am the daughter striving to be the ultimate offspring

Plummeting, twisting my bruised ankles with each new step

I am the sullen crow sitting on a deceased spinster's gravestone

Envisioning the body that this corpse once walked the streets with

I am the friend struggling to juggle one pal with another

Engulfed in overwhelming guilt over my lack of contact

I am Harleigh, nosediving into adulthood sans parachute

Making strides, losing lives

Shadowing my heart, my guide