My Oliva-the little fighter

I am sleeping here

left to grow wings

to fly on my own

legs seem to tremble



standing at the starting gate

every day

the same race

I am floating here

wings seem to tremble


and bumbling

progress measured in ounces

have to celebrate

the light with the darkness

finding strength in my weakness

a small bird

in a world full of tigers


I am

but I forget

-amy jones

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