One single step in the wrong direction
And I’m once more just a selfless wreck.
I brave storms and small discretions,
But heavy words loop around my neck.
Their voices cut my ears like blades.
A moment more, and I’ll lose my balance.
The horizon paints my city jade.
I hear them scream as I lift my talons.
A curse is trapped between the whispers,
And their tongues make my feathers bleed.
Lies land like ashes on white whiskers.
I guess some people cannot be freed.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 