Today I saw a wing of a bird
Resting on the floor.
It was detached from its owner.
It looked so peaceful,
Just laying there on the bare ground
Not trying to fly high or far.
Not trying to beat its companions or itself.
Such a tragic look
A scary one.
To find so much peace in a detached wing.
תגית: Mia Katz poetry
On that day
On that day, it was too much to bear. My heart wasn't yet healed from the last time it broke, making it weak.
On that day, my head was too full of stories written by me. Too many tales told to be able to read anything not written by myself.
On that day, my lips were too dry, my throat was too sore. Winter had passed, but it had left its mark.
It was too much to bear.
My body was not there
My heart wasn't cured, my head was still full
Of stories
My breath could barely escape my body into the outside world,
Let alone my words.
On that day,
It was too much to bear.
All I could do
Was stare.
Straight into the crowd, my eyes filled with the last rain drops of winter,
Not daring to flow like rivers in case next winter brings with it no rain.
The crowd wouldn't stare back.
It couldn't
I was too much.
On that day, I was too much to bear.
Today I learned
Today I learned
That mice get frightened
Very easily
And that not all those
Who have wings
Can fly
I scream your name
God
I scream out your name
God
In a field full of
Sunflowers.
I do it again
In a field full of
Tulips.
One last try
In a field full
Of roses.
You scream my name back
I can hear it
Your scream is like a soft mother's whisper
Telling people to be quiet while holding her newborn child.
That's how far you are from me
Your scream
Is a whisper.
Dare To Leave
I can see you.
The door might
Be closed,
But my eyes,
My eyes,
Are wide open.
Knock on the door
Or don't,
It doesn't make
A difference,
But dare to enter.
Dare to stare me
Straight in the eye
For the last time.
When you're done staring,
Walk back through the door.
Close it behind you,
Or don't,
It doesn't make a difference.
But dare to leave
And never come back.
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