Poetry: The Nest

The nest is quiet today, and I feel the wind in my wings.
I smile and head for home. Even though it brings me no joy.
I long for my voice to be heard. Something to hope for.
Maybe it will be. Or maybe it is.
But I don’t know for sure.

~ Amelia Jane

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  1. This poem creates such a tangible feeling of quiet. What it is that I feel when I think of the word “hush”.

    I can sense the lift of the air, the wind that supports wings in flight.

    And then a great stillness overcomes me, as I read and re-read these words. In that stillness, I hear your voice, Amelia Jane.

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