Wings 4.75/5 (4)

Birds’ wings flutter in my chest
Their high trills
And songs fill my lungs

They tell me I’m sick
They tell me I have trouble breathing

So I am not allowed to run,
Go up stairs quickly,
Jump rope.

But I know the truth,
I am alive.

And birds sing
In my lung’s trees.
The beautiful trees
Filled with red syrup,
Pulsing with light.

I am told my lungs
Just don’t work.
I’ll need to replace them.

But I’ll miss these birds

They sing
Even though I can’t.
They fly
Even though I can’t.
They can live
Even though I can’t.

L.C. Anderson High School


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