Starling within

//Starling within

Starling within

Within the heart a starling sits in a mortal cage. Ribs like hands clasping or grasping. When suffering she flings herself against the walls that hold her back, feathers torn and shred. When at peace she sings and the heart glows from within. But she does not sleep until the mortal coil is no more. And she cannot be ignored or repressed without cost. She is my soul and my lifeline to god. She is my tuning fork to seek resonance in a dissonant word. When I hear her fluttering, I should listen…

By |2015-04-20T00:32:41+00:00June 28th, 2013|Philosophical|0 Comments

About the Author:

Leave A Comment