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.
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