Black Crows And White Birds

And there are the black crows of the past again
I thought they had already gone
Though they come fly over
to stir old wounds and hurt
I hear them caw to me issues
of rejection, of abandonment,
of exclusion and
the fear of losing love

But I heal, I clean and I release
All they have polluted
As they come to test me
How strong I stand in love
And if I can believe despite everything

The black crows and the ego birds,
the false beliefs,
all the hurtful thoughts
I let them fly, I set them free
And then I wait
for the white birds
to come in

©RoseGirl2018

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