There’s a mockingbird
That sings so loudly
At times
It’s hard
To get
Anything done
Like a shadow
It’s always beside me
Fluttering just out of reach
With a keen eye
She watches
All that’s around her
Mimicking
All that she hears
But some days
I know she struggles
Like me
So sensitive
So caring
The slightest things
Can affect her songs
Her chirp
Becomes barely a whisper
Like a flower
Closing its petals
Not thriving
From
Too much
Or
Too little
Good times
Or
Dark days of sorrow
The scales
Are sometimes
Hard to balan...
Published on May 24, 2017 00:01