Little Bird Poetry

 I try so hard to let it go All of it But instead I simply lose my grip on all of it I've strayed so far from the life I wanted That I've lost the path At some points I've just stopped walking I'm exhausted It never really seems like I'm getting any closer To what  I want It's easier to feel numb Than to risk the feeling of pain This life has decided to give me the death of a thousand cuts And this year has gutted me I stopped trying to frantically pick up every piece Stopped crawling on my hands and knees Picking up each minuscule shard I just let it go It's easier to be pretty when your stomach is empty anyway.

 I hold her so close her little face bright eyes meeting mine I feel so whole seeing my bundle of love reflecting my own smile her hair is so soft one day I wonder if she'll grow it out like mine the air is warm the smell of dinner fills my nose summer evening light pours into the windows a soft breeze gently billowing the thin curtains  he smiles as we enter the kitchen we lay her down for sleep our little one I swear I can feel her tiny heartbeat on my fingertips as I carefully tuck her in so tiny my little girl I wake up The air is cold The room is dark And I am left empty once again