Little Bird Poetry

 The mountains are so beautiful this time of year As I watch the sun behind ride the horizon The highway is quiet As I feel the cold air from the crack in my window I’ve been a long time gone And a longer time to where I’m going  When an old feeling washes by Like the fading colors of the Pennsylvania sky It settles deep in my chest Warm like the embers of my mother’s hearth Old yet familiar  A sense of peace blooms from my sternum So out of place from where I currently sit A passing yet raw feeling of what it was like to have someone there Someone to share moments like this How long have I been on the move now Place to place  Without that sense of feeling safe This emotion greets me like a lover I no longer know yet someone I also have not met Maybe it’s the time of the season And the snowy mountain roads That brings it back to me That sense of being loved and knowing that everything is going to be alright I try so hard to be present with it Not knowing how long it ...

It’s not that I don’t trust you It’s that I simply cannot I am so sick of being the one who bares the weight of dragging your body along I have been deprived of being a mother My womb is not built to carry But that is not equally balanced By having to raise another woman’s son Of whom is already fully grown I do not want “maybes” “mights” or “some days” I want to sow the seeds with someone who is equally willing to bare the weight of the planting  So that I do not stand alone in the harvest