lost within the
tornado of life
lies a small bird,
woodpecker, to
be precise now,
overwhelmed by
the wear and tear
and the rigors of
growing up, as he
one day has to go,
leave his nest and
make it on his own.
the woodpecker is
a tornado himself,
constantly banging
his own, poor head,
too much force but
he continues to do so,
too much going on
up there and the bird,
to the surprise of many,
is hurting himself bad.
he fears toxicity and
worries that his nest
wouldn’t even try to
welcome him back
after he leaves it.
it’s an anxious life
for the woodpecker,
always in search of
something better, but
he’s never satisfied,
regularly scared, he’s
an internal tornado,
always holding a piece
of his true self back
for fear of causing pain.
can he grow and learn
to be confident at all?
it’s hard to tell, but as
he gets swept up in life,
he’ll definitely try his best.
tornado bird.
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