Photo by Dalila Moreira on Unsplash
i envied the clouds
from my cage—i only thought
the door was secured
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Comments (5)
I recall your bestie is a hawk soaring over you ~
oh wow. I like this. Very creative, and so so true.
Ahh, I like what you did there. How we accept a closed door (in our lives) without even trying to see if it opens. Nice
wow, this is very powerful.
My goodness, you are on fire this morning!