Sometimes my heart
Is just this wild bird beating inside my chest
That feels the call of spring
While the memory of winter
Clips its airborne wings
Sometimes this longing for the thing I know
Will most bring us joy
Summons up the most terrible
Fear
Of being alive
Could this foreboding
Be but the shadow
Of so much early loss
Eclipsing the sun
Before it had a chance to rise
Summoning those sleeping birds
To alight
From frosty bare branches
And fly
Emerging From The Dark Night 
An eloquent poem Deb, and one that I can totally associate with…..
“Be but the shadow
Of so much early loss
Eclipsing the sun
Before it had a chance to rise
Summoning those sleeping birds
To alight
From frosty bare branches
And fly”
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Thanks so much Ivor you are a blessing…you truly are 💖
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Always my pleasure Deb..xx
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There’s, that sense of conflict in this, of how the wings are, clipped, and yet, the longings to, take flight is, so strong…
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Yes,,, am working through it.. sometimes it takes time to see how our own resistance is playing out..
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I so get this. The urge to fly but not allowed to and also afraid to as well.
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