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