A flavor of Miz Angelou
Sometimes I feel like a caged bird...
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
Maya Angelou - stanza from I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
When I feel like a caged bird, I write.
My very first blog post here in 2010, was a poem. It was inspired by looking in the mirror. I had been home alone for a week for the first time in my motherhood. On my last evening, I looked in the mirror and saw that I was REFRESHED.
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I'm linking up with Finish the Sentence Friday, where the prompt is - "When I look in the mirror, I see..."
When I look in the mirror, I believe.