This poem is by Greyson Fullbright. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have!
Flock
Oh, my marrow was furnished,
stacking as a flock of birds
molded together as one,
mending their burdens,
channeling currents to
create a unit of one.
They gathered in reason,
one divine purpose unknown
to the individual members.
Although their destination
seemed uncertain amidst
the harsh clouds of life
that blocked their view,
the birds continued to fly.
Swaying, rocking, breezing,
sliding between the tides
of coarse winds that
sought to dismember the
strong bond that whipped
through the blinding clouds.
Rain splintered through
the smoldering clouds,
sieging the group in volleys,
never-ending it seemed as the birds
fought for every flap of wing
they made against the wind.
Some birds were shaken,
rain drops piercing their light feathers
and making cracks on the
courage that kept them steady.
Lightning erupted to taunt,
engulfing them in blinding light.
My marrow absorbed the shocks,
the foundation of my frame
standing as an army of birds,
millions strong and veteran
to the world surrounding them
that fights a war to destroy
the motivation that glues
each cell of my bones into
the harmonious life that
stands to combat these enemies.
I was constructed,
piece by piece,
to endure every element
that crunches at the marrow
and capture every strategy of war,
bind each memory to the ink,
and with the marrow of my hands,
give birth to the story
of a flock’s journey
to reach their promise land
and find peace when
the journey comes to the great hills.
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