Broken Branches

by Thasia Anne, Thasia Anne, Red Focks

The tiny half grown birdling flew away in the windShe crashed in and out of nests strewn with litterAnd then onto the next nest; An attempt to become at least half of what mother bird had made herself to beFinally flat on the ground, bound by bruisestied up in hand made noosesTiny; sought strong straight trees for answersTrees; with stepping stone barkTrees; with branches that bent willowy to reach herTrees which beseeched her to stop trying to heal all the other broken winged birdsTo heal herself; To deal with all the self-inflicted woundsTo become in tune with what she wanted, needed, or was fleeing fromTiny, rested, nested, and clearly became aware of the view

54 pages, Paperback

Published April 9, 2018