Image by Kerstin Riemer from Pixabay
I remember…
I circle between heaven and hell
Like a buzzard
I am neither up nor down
Tiny pinpricks of silence pierce my mind
I remember a life before the feathers
that now hold me in the loft
I walked on two legs, spoke in a foreign tongue
I had no name, no home
Left outside the circle, I wandered many years
before you found me and took me to your home
I could not stay; life would not cling to me
You buried me beneath the ground
I became snowfall, a wisp of wind
before passing through a sea of souls
to find my home among the stars
Where there were many faces I remember
Before life can begin again…
©AnitaDawes2024
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