I am the bird that everyone knows.
Never sees, only feels my presence.
Visible in your mind, noticeable in your heart.
My wingtips are dashed with anxiety,
my tail feathers streaked with frustration and loss.
On my back, I am speckled with distress and pressure,
unavoidable.
I am cursed;
you are cursed.
I am cursed to live with you,
with everyone.
You are cursed with my presence,
but you can adjust to let me fit
make room
even though I'm unappreciated.
I am here
no matter what.
I thought this would be a
typical
miserable
boring
trip
with the exception of the refuge sought out in my computer
turns out
it would not be
I would encounter my best friend at two rest stops
Slow and drawn out
the aftermath of recovering from harsh conditions
yet still standing
the beauty of ancient strength and wisdom radiating from it
yet still full of surprises
still going
still growing
From past friends
or mild acquaintances
there will be times where I am not only acknowledged
but appreciated
it makes me happy
makes me content
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