primarily-- hiatus? might sort of be leaving to focus on school and my personal life. Ap tests, no thanks :') Also have been unhappy with my art. ok but i wrote this poem and it's symbolic and i'm rather proud of? There is a bird with clipped wings, unable to fly, Her head bowing low, feathers of freedom plucked. From her beak fall several fragments of a cry, As in vain the broken nest, she tries to reconstruct. She mindlessly wanders, on her feathers she feels a pull, A dawning realisation, by which she is struck. Oh how she yearned to find “home.” Comforted as she lays, under the wing of her mother, A bounty of food and a plethora of leisure, Shelter, the nest she deemed home; she would never find another. The possibilities and care, she had once deemed a treasure. She was blinded, unable to see the bars of the cage, musing to herself, Oh how I yearn to find “home.” She now aimlessly wanders, falling victim to the night, A disheveled heap of knots and feather, Dismissing desire for the safety of her nest, dreaming of flight. Independence was what she wanted, dropping comfort altogether. However she is no longer homebound, A bittersweet change, an eternal forever. Oh how she had yearned to find “home.”
