Canary
Canary
A poem on high sensitivity
Smoke smolders
From gaslit flames
Questions smothered
Diverted eyes carry on
Second guesses fizzle
Gut punched numb
Countless times
In between “I’m fine”
And “It’s ok”
Is a well worn path
With clicked in grooves
Smooth sailing around
Dark turns and blurs
Sparks fly
Gaining speed
Cut corners
Descend
Derail
A chirp escapes
In the echo chamber
Rippling through black
Tunnels of damp earthen rock
Between clinks
And
Ax pick swings
Clipped feathers flap
Brightness in bondage
Awake in a sea of slumber
Forced underground
Contrast in a darkened landscape
Cramped and caged
Singing life-saving truths
Among masses of distracted faces
And unheeded warnings
©Laura Weston 2023
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Laura is a sensitive soul who believes in the healing power of writing. This space is a glimpse into her inner world as she uses language and story as an act of self-care. This is a place for hope, personal growth, inspiration, and reflection. A world that finds beauty in the subtle details, where we can invite the truths of our humanity to come to the surface and be seen.
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