I am angry
I am hurt
I lived my life
Haunted by a black bird
A dark shadow
Over my shoulder
Its screeching cries
Making me shiver
It stood at my bedpost
During the night
Built a nest in my skull
To rest from its flight
It chased me around
In fear for so long
But then I looked up
And saw something was wrong
Its shadow did not match
Its pathetic frame
And the screech that it made
Was to hide that it was tame
It was a tiny thing
Pitiful, really
Resorting to trickery
So it didn’t look silly
But all the miles
It made me run
Gave me endurance
Made me strong
It trained me for
The mountains I now climb
It made me resilient
My fears to defy
One day I grabbed that bird
And throttled it by the throat
And watched as my fears
Slowly began to choke
And a weight lifted
All of a sudden, from my mind
And I realised that now
It was I, who could fly


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