I Was a Bird Singing

I used to sing my life away.

Like there was a bird caged in my chest.

When I opened my mouth,

She could fly.

That high

You get when you unconsciously push your diaphragm

Down and air

Rushes from your depths and into the world,

Vocal chords vibrating in hallelujahs,

Welled up in me today,

Not a belligerent strange bird pummeling herself at my window

Because she saw danger in her reflection, as I have been of late.

And therefore, forgot my song almost entirely.

Today I was a bird singing because she could.

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April 20, 2017
  • Karrilee Aggett

    Gorgeous!!! xoxo

  • Sarah Geringer

    Great job on this prompt! I listen to the birds singing in my woods every morning, and they turn my heart toward God.

  • Tara Ulrich

    This is beautiful! This time of the year as the birds return from their winter migration, there is something so holy about listening to them sing. I’m in the 49 spot this week.

  • Beautiful poem! There’s a powerful relationship between singing and freedom. 🙂

  • Rachel

    I love to listen to the birds in the morning. It is such a great way to wake up in the morning. Thanks for sharing with us! (Stopping by from FMF)

  • Thanks for sharing, Christina. I love this picture of freedom. I hope you have many days like this to raise your voice in song.

    Jeannie (I’m sitting in the #23 spot for FMF this time.)

  • Heidi McCahan

    Beautiful post! Thank you for blessing us with your words today.

  • Andrew Budek-Schmeisser

    This is just lovely, Christina. I don’t sing – these days speaking is very hard – but of late I have been enjoying the singing of the birds here upon my mesa.

    I don’t know if they are happy, but when I hear them, I am.

  • you must have been happy. That’s when I sing….you don’t sing well when you are bitter or angry… (generally). enjoy the happiness. 🙂

  • Bethany Vitaro

    Such beautiful poignant words. May you always find your song, even if you cannot see the sun.

  • JeanneTakenaka

    Beautiful, Christine. That bird in my chest hasn’t had time to gather deep breaths and let out its song lately. I think it’s time to change that. May God fill your days with song (songs of deliverance!). Hugs, friend.

  • Kate

    Beautiful, friend. Strength, grace, rest, and prayers for you. <3