Migrating with Turbulence

by Brianna G. Harte

I am a migrating bird

With a course set and a pattern to follow.

Heavy winds are coming, I had heard,

But I wasn’t expecting them to make me feel hollow.

They whipped around my wings

Pushing me away from the sky path.

Each powerful gust hurting like a hundred stings.

I’m unsure if I can keep pushing against their wrath.

A tornado just took me away,

Scattering my faith that I could fly,

But I must keep faith that I may,

That there’s still a chance if I truly try.

Copyright © 2016 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.

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