I wish I was a bird
I wish the scars covering my body would turn into feathers
I wish my eyes could see the ultraviolet, those bright colours
I wish I knew how to make a home from broken sticks
And how to rebuild when that home is torn down by cruel hands
I wish I could sing proudly and just maybe someone would listen
I wish my lead bones would turn into hollow pipes
I am sick of dragging around this heavy, weary body
I wish I could fly up into the sapphire sky.
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Lorna Lamon on April 13, 2021:
A wonderful poem full of yearning and beautifully written.