Bird in My Palm

i stand before you

stripped down to my

bare essence




all pretense gone

all walls crumbled

rubble around my feet

holding my heart

gently in my cupped


it is a trembling bird

afraid to fly

it is the only gift

I have to offer you

I pray

that you will understand

that the next step

is yours to take

Categories: Poetry

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      • When my writing is at its best, I think it hits the intersection of being both deeply personal and of capturing something universal of the human experience. I imagine we all have had those moments of holding out our deepest most vulnerable selves to someone, in friendship or more passionate love and silently hoping that enormity of our gift is understood and that we desperately want the other to bridge the distance between us and make our vulnerability okay.

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