digital sarah art joy

still winter

something screeches from the hazelnut's reaching branches
a brown feathered body crying for company
and the sky is gray again
and it feels like an exhale
the endless cloud coverage
like the longest breath out
after holding it in with fear
with expectation

I learn the more I deny myself
the more overwhelmed I am
the less I can hold
and so honesty becomes unavoidable

I feel tired
I feel hope in me like a buried bulb, waiting
for the ground to warm
and let me know
now is time
to break and grow

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