My bird, she’s
back. She loves me big-
time. Mouth wide
but my window won’t open.
I’m stuck, helpless toad.
Angels, Compassion, Day Job, Depression, Etudes, One Shot Poetry, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shadorma
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#1 by claudia on July 2, 2011 - 3:15 am
i know that feeling well…and usually skip lunch in the canteen and go for a walk instead to fly with the birds a bit..
#2 by Carl on July 2, 2011 - 7:44 am
Ah, you do know how to live!
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