Little Sparrow

by dollwithafrown   Sep 14, 2011

In a nest, cradled by the pulse of his mother's heartbeat,
his mind races like firecrackers and rainbows,
and he clings to the thought that he's
a bigger man that he'll ever really be.

(he clings to the thought, he does.)

His brothers are monstrous; the chirps of a lion's roar,
and it takes him all his might and gut,
breaking through his infant frame,
to halt the rapid flutter of feathers.

He breathes,

only in his dreams,
can he be a better man.


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  • 7 years ago

    by nourayasmine

    Wise, wise, wise!

    I LOVED this write, and I beg you to re-submit it, I wanna nominate, Lol. You are to my favorite writers, right away! Profound!

  • 7 years ago

    by Cinnamonspice

    This held so much truth and wisdom if one looked deeper then the initial words. Excellent write


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