Poets

From the moment I was conceived, I was aware of the whispers and the many voices behind the home which I bloomed. I always knew I was rather different. I was attuned to my own heartbeat, listening intently to the humming of birds and the cries of agony.

I like to spend my times alone, in the comfort and security of the night. No one can see my tears as they roll silently down my cheeks. I fight to breathe as the moon illuminates the rose bush full of thorns which it was born into.

I watch the birds as they fly along the clouds, singing and chirping in a strong formation. I wonder where they will go, envious that I am not as free as they are.