199: Anxiety
Yesterday
anxiety danced around my ribs
like a bird in a cage.
Both you and I know
birds are not meant to be caged.
They are meant to be released-
So I threw open the cage door,
which felt less like an act of grace
and more like a reluctant
pushing off of blankets
and lacing up of tennis shoes.
I walked my bird body
to the river
and there at her banks
I stomped out
two and a half miles
of chilly release.
Hair blowing in the wind,
nose pink with the cold,
eyes brimming with tears
for both the beauty
and the hurt of this world,
and wouldn’t you know,
that pesky canary
took flight.
We both sang a new song.
Birds are not meant to be caged.
Written by Sarah Speed // Writing the Good
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