Poetry & Art

Little Bird

Oh, little bird…

How you fly.

Freely without fear.

Although death may be near.

You drift, glide and disappear.

You are here and then you are there.

Always prepared and never scared.

You are brave.
Far too rebellious to stay in a cage.
Oh, how you would rage.
You are meant to travel far and wide.
Oh how you glide against the smooth night air
So beautiful, it’s hard not to stare
Little bird.. Take care.

by Scruz71895

Hello, my name is Samantha but, you may call me Sam. For as long as I can remember I have always loved to write. I was known for my short stories when I was a child and was known to have a wild imagination. As I got older, I tucked away my gift of writing and just let time pass. When the pandemic came about, I felt a nudge to use my voice and write again. I started posting poems as a way to help uplift and inspire people going through the pandemic. I was inspired to create a community of healing and to bring people together. I eventually began writing so much that I stumbled upon a poetry club based out of a city near where I live. When I experienced one of their events for the first time, I felt so at home and safe. Currently, I am still a part of that community and was referred to this website by one of the members of the club. She will remain nameless to protect her identity but, she does write for Harness Magazine and spoke very highly of this site. I do consider myself a very private person but, I have been told that my words have a lot of meaning. So here it goes...

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