Cleared the cobwebs
And for a while the darkness
Crept back into the corner it’s stored in.
It’s a never-ending cycle when you keep
Count of the times
I broke for a bird
And I took it in.
The second, the moment, the breath.
I wondered the life it held
The story it holds
The fear it felt.
Does it wonder the same?
Does it know I keep burning bridges
And digging myself into deeper places I
Don’t want to be in?
Does it know it can fly away when it wants
Instead of lock eyes with me
Staring at me
Wondering if I’ll hit it
Even if I stopped?
C. Gentile is a poet currently in the process of obtaining her master’s degree in English Literary Studies at Salem State University. She is a self-proclaimed Star Wars nerd, novelty sock enthusiast and passionate lover of Canada Dry ginger-ale products. In her spare time she enjoys watching movies listening to 90’s alternative music and spending time with close friends and family.