“The Swallow”

I have a swallow in my closet.

There, it has sung to me

the deepest secrets I couldn’t understand.

The answer of why I live.

So the swallow danced

and showed me the world.

There I saw blood,

there I saw pain in my soul.

I begged the swallow,

to show me something else.

So it showed me it’s feathers,

drenched in oil so black.

Oil made from the crushed dreams

we all try to forget.

The weight of the truth

pushed me to it’s eyes,

When the swallow blinked

I fell a tear with surprise.

When it blinked again

I fell to my knees.

And when it blinked again

i fell it’s wings around my tears

And maybe it was because I felt safe,

or maybe because I wasn’t;

that I let the swallow grab me.

It grabbed my nightmares and locked them in a closet.

And for a short time,

while I saw the world beneath my feet,

I felt like nothing could touch me,

no problems I could reach.

 

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