The Bird

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.

Calico Frost

VT

13 years old

More by Calico Frost

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    Ad astra

    Latin for to the stars

    something that we've never done yet

    but we've gone near.

    We've never gone to the stars

    we've reached the not-quite-emptiness that surrounds them.

  • Anticipating

    I don't know what this is

    whether it's summer really sinking in

    or if it's something else

    something more

    something worse.

    I don't want to turn into this

    a puddle of negative feelings and boredom.