all birds are caged always

when bad times come

keep writing

when rejected from a journal

keep writing

when you feel like you can’t keep writing

keep writing

and maybe you’ll find

that all anything amounts to

is that good feeling of acceptance

deep in you

like a word you haven’t found yet

but will

if you keep writing

*

while i’m trying to figure

out if figuring out

is worth the try

i begin to stretch

what it means to be

worthwhile

like a balloon animal

that loses air

much like its copy

*

walking with fall

my colours changing

based on those around

i notice a green bird suckling gray ground

and i am reminded that

the early worm gets the bird

no matter how high

one flies