Pajarito

Pajarito

I find myself doubting my abilities

Finding I can no longer write with ease

My love for writing in itself thwarted by trauma

From abuse and my ex’s drama

I once wrote everyday, bits and pieces

Like warm winter fleeces

Covering me with soliloquies

My abuser took away my written and spoken word

What spanish I had left, ripped from my tongue

Wishing I was the pajarito, the little free bird

I listened to her music that she had sung

I am free now but struggle with it all

Did my mind continue to spiral and fall

I cannot tell you for sure if I will return

I do know that I will eventually flourish

And not burn