outside my window
makes me momentarily look up from my book
A black bird flashes by my eyes
as it rises ever higher in the endless sky
It strikes me
that the words I am reading so fondly
are written by
a broken piece of freedom
carved to nonrecognition
dipped in liquid,
darker than blood
to finally form shapes,
that transform before my eyes,
to the words I so adore
*
Cherish the words you are given
no matter how insignificant
you think they are
for they might
carry the weight
of someones
sacrifice
