Lying beside my ruins conceived through grave storm
Blowing away all safe spaces; making me cold
And it wasn’t just material things that swirled with the wind,
It was much more; sweeping away places inside hearts of people
Leaving my bluebird so frightened; it flew; you ponder?
Two missing children found dead in pond
No, she is not scared of storms but of those who devised it;
Monsters are not to feared for they appear in nightmares,
We’re afraid of those who come dressed up like dream;
Taking kindness for weakness;
How does it feel to be used? She always asked.
But it doesn’t make me forget my kindness; I smiled.
Though I own nothing but ruins and I wish nothing in return
I can be at peace knowing I have nothing to lose; powerful indeed.
My bluebird has flown away now
And it’s been a while struggling to breathe
But I’ll still be me.
