Severed
I know a woman
The Woman –
She sees her family
Once a week
She makes time for them
Always –
I envy her because
I’ve never known this
My family is scattered
Broken –
We don’t even call
On birthdays –
The Yellow Bird
I came upon a yellow bird
Chirping as he played
He led me towards adventures
But I felt pulled away
I thought he tried to hide something
What could this bird know
Does he shield me or protect me
From some unknown horror
This yellow bird made me happy
That’s all that mattered
One day my little friend was gone
I saw what he saw
Nothing protected me from these
Nightmares forgotten
I saw my little yellow friend
With another child
Leading him away from the pain
Of abusive parents
The yellow bird helps those in need
He helps you survive
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 