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Frightened Little Bird | A Poem From A Healing Heart | Depression and Abuse

This poem came from deep inside my heart. It’s raw. It’s powerful. It’s my story.

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Frightened Little Bird

Bright sunlight pokes between the leaves, bringing with it a gentle breeze. It caresses my face and I smile, fully embracing the warmth before it’s gone. Beautiful chirps from the tree sings a tune of peace and happiness. The lullaby calms me. I never want to leave this spot. I never want to lose this feeling. These thoughts bring a change in the air. It’s abrupt and harsh. It crashes down onto my body and I frantically gasp for a breath. The sweet embrace from moments before turn dark. It claws at my skin, drawing blood as it entraps me in my own personal cage. I trash against the clutches to no avail, a weight forces my broken body to lay still, to submit. To give up. The smells of my tears seem to delight my captor. Its sharp claws tightening around my throat, determining my fate as a helpless creature with a noose around its frail neck. A noose ready to shatter all life left. My body shakes with a sob. I’m scared. I feel so heavy. What’s happening? Everything around me stills and disappears. Darkness swallows the world around me. An eerily silence makes my ears rings. Where am I? I’m scared. It’s so cold. Please. Time comes to a halt. No, it speeds up. It spins in hyperdrive. I can only helplessly cry, feeding the darkness with my pain. Slowly, a bright light shatters the darkness. I pause, delighted. Am I saved? Will I be freed? The light falls over my body and instead of bringing warmth and peace, it brings something so much more sinister. The light allows me to see reality. I’m just a frightened little bird trapped in a cage, unable to fly with broken wings. Unable to ever truly be free.

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Reading through this poem installed the fact that I’m ready. I’m going to write my story of abuse. I’m going to free myself from his clutches for once and for all. I might be a frightened little bird, but I’m brave. I’m stubborn. I’m so much stronger than what I think. I’m ready to fly. I will be free.

Thank you so much for reading and I will see you in a click!

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PS And with this, we finish our first blog month. I will now take a two week break and return on the 10th of February with Writing Corner content. This might be a continuation of this poem (my story of abuse) but I’m not entirely sure just yet. It’s not something I want to force.

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