Two years ago, I was a broken bird.
I healed, but traded wings for feathers.
My cage was home: while open to the world,
Did not entice to venture into meadows.
One year ago, when facing hurricane,
Of doubting shame, betraying sorrow,
I shook it off and joined your loud gang
To carve my pumpkin into new tomorrow.
Two months ago, my flight was calm and high,
Propelled to sea by memories and laughter,
To your embrace, in canopy of lights,
To dunes and waves, that whisper “hereafter”.
Today, I catch a tear, wave good bye:
Two years of changes, spanning decade,
Raise glass to feeling girly and alive
And stretch my wings for paths not taken.
The bird
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