Found a bird outside an icy
storm on her way
To die
She could no longer see so she used borrowed
Eyes to touch the skies where she flew and flew
Now done with the protected light she went
Wild and blind in untraveled nights that
Hid the next day’s heights
The bird met a bishop then
asked if she could see the lord
And have him hear her prayer
The bird danced around a question that was
Not meant to be there
For what god would give her
wings with this frost on them where
She was unable to fly outside in an icy storm
So, she kept her dreams and silent prayers
Unanswered because she was afraid to speak
Author Bio:
Uzomah Ugwu is a poet and writer, that still hand writes everything including prose and essays. Uzomah is a political, social and cultural activist whose focus is on human rights, mental health, animal rights and rights of LBGTQ persons.
storm on her way
To die
She could no longer see so she used borrowed
Eyes to touch the skies where she flew and flew
Now done with the protected light she went
Wild and blind in untraveled nights that
Hid the next day’s heights
The bird met a bishop then
asked if she could see the lord
And have him hear her prayer
The bird danced around a question that was
Not meant to be there
For what god would give her
wings with this frost on them where
She was unable to fly outside in an icy storm
So, she kept her dreams and silent prayers
Unanswered because she was afraid to speak
Author Bio:
Uzomah Ugwu is a poet and writer, that still hand writes everything including prose and essays. Uzomah is a political, social and cultural activist whose focus is on human rights, mental health, animal rights and rights of LBGTQ persons.
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