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.