Join our hands - A book of poems on Unity

Her insecurities that ate her.

From distance, the sailor viewed this bird on a ship

And when people arrived, his bliss became ignorance

For annoying little "throwing up" noises arrived when this bird flew by

Like nothing ever happened

Like there was never a smile, laughter, or a flying to a destination

This sailor was ashamed surely

That this misguided soul he knew in the past appeared in a bird

He was ashamed because everything became a fiddle

And the bird flew away because she knew she was wanted

Somewhere deep in the past, beaneathe the trees, or above the fence

it's okay

Because this bird is not flying alone anymore

meant to be independent in a soar

meant to be dependet only when she's tore