Song Bird

I've always been the runner,  but here I stand
Standing still,  waiting for a bird
to land
Feeling like just a shell that's been tossed away
When I once felt like your most hunted prey
You let go of my hand you once held so tight
I was gripping and fighting with all of my might
When you finally released your tight grip
On me
With strength you pushed me right out
to sea
I begged and I pleaded for you not to let go
Don't worry I've got you how could you not know?
And now I tread water with each passing day
Slowly I'm drowning in this deep sea
of grey
Instead I should be the one that is flying high
The beautiful song bird soaring through
The sky.

-Lola Fontaine 2015