Letting The Bird Out

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Poems.

Willing at the start

We believed we were ready

But the insecurities came flooding in

 

Like a bird let out of it's cage

Flying high, soaring low

Damage was being done and I didn't know

 

Feelings were felt

Confused and without direction

Unrewarding activities occurred

 

Awkward the days became

Further pushed away

All intuition was lost at sea

 

When it was new

It was exciting

But there wasn't worth to be found

 

Freedom was dangerous

When abused,

You could lose all

 

The unexplored will remain a mystery

Acceptance of that is the key