My Bird’s Shadow

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...