Little Birds

By Rachel Hasson

The days full of stillness, are almost too 
It can be hard to see hope for better days, when still so consumed by grief,
Perhaps it’s okay if we don’t see it,
But can allow ourselves to feel.
It is a little sunny today,
And the little birds will come out.
Not unaware of our battles, simply facing different ones.
And really wanting to build a home for themselves,
Is what we need to do too,
Physically, but also in our heads.
For that is where we spend a lot of our time now, 
It deserves a space free for blooming, 
Space for all, even the weeds, 
Everything has a place, a chance, to grow.

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