I feel like a fat bird unable to take flight. <br />Something disturbs the flock. <br /> <br />I have been stripped, strapped and strung, <br />This winter has mirrored an anchor. <br /> <br />Life is asking me to come back and <br />Pray spring, I shall wake a fresh flower.<br /><br />Sarah Capella Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moon-is-waiting-26th-february-2006/
