Poem №008

Today I am...

Full of a heaviness
Made of a thousand
Questions
And the rawness of
Grief.

They found
A tiny bird’s egg
Abandoned in a nest
At the base
Of a thorn bush.

She cried
For the life
Caught in the shell.

She cried
For the mother
Who left.

And she cried
For the part in her
That saw itself
In both.