I was looked up to by so many in the community
The de facto leader of sorts for them
I was there to show them the way and to learn about the town
After so many hours of being in front of others
I had to retreat to my studio
With canvases, brushes, and paint
I had to express myself when I wasn’t around the rest
While I was seen as the big sibling around
I felt so insecure
Like I was constantly being stepped on
Or having a train racing through my direction
Was I truly ready for flight no matter how small my charcoal feathered wings were?
I hated to admit this, but I needed to be rescued
Ah! Beautiful!
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Thank you very much! I wanted to write a poem based on the title character’s thoughts for a long time. Thanks for following this blog, too!
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Sure thing! I’m sure there’s pleeenty here to enjoy!
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Nice. Ospreyshire is actually my stage name for my avant-garde music/spoken word poetry, but you’ll also find my other poems, some music I like, news stories, and various opinion pieces on this particular blog. Feel free to check it out!
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