The Bird Girl

Here she flutters, waiting for something
Like a flighty bird, can't wait, can't stay
To worry, to flit, always dreaming
A throat built for singing, chirping away
Uncontainable.

Best intentions, best of heart
How could I begrudge her that?
In my story she's played her part
The question is: Now what?
Incorrigible.

But trust, little bird, that's all you need
From you to others and others to you
Stay, brave enough to not flee
Breathe, not far enough for you
Intentional.

The bird girl, who haunts the shadows
Of my mind, and soars by day
To dusk and falling far too slow
To night, and then she flies away
Irrepressible.