Songbird

Doubt is a hungry animal.

It eats and eats and eats at you.

Doesn’t it?

Fear is a pitch black forest.

It lures you with its songbird calls.

But those flocks are going to sleep.

You’ll be alone out there.

Loneliness is a gnawing itch.

You scratch and pick at it.

You press down where it hurts most.

You sleep longer and longer, because it’s tiring.

Self-loathing is a sad lie.

Its tentacles swirl and stretch, pulling you under.

It’s deep and your lungs long to expand against your ribs, but if they do...

What comes in?

You sink a little deeper.

The heart is a songbird.

It does not lure, nor does it lie.
It simply patters from one branch to the next, then touches down to the ground for nourishment.

It flies when it needs to.

It knows how to make a home.

What if we live there?