The Nest

A nest created from branches bare,

Populated with tiny toes that grow and strain.

There lies my heart.

The nest itself grows lush, yet

In the discomfort of comfort,

They fly,

Trailing behind invisible contrails of love

To forever guide them home.

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13 thoughts on “The Nest

  1. It’s already been said but this really is beautiful and it was a pleasure to read. So much so, I had to go over it a few times to embed the images in my mind. Great job.

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    1. They are stirred to go and find their way. My eldest was the most alive when he moved to a different state and had to rely on himself without mommy and daddy’s help. Thanks for reading.

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  2. I really liked how you gave hints to the parents’ journey before them – the contrails, the question in the first line of who created that nest. The nest full of toes kinda creeped me out. My favorite line was “the discomfort of comfort.”

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