Birds’ wings flutter in my chest
Their high trills
And songs fill my lungs
They tell me I’m sick
They tell me I have trouble breathing
So I am not allowed to run,
Go up stairs quickly,
Jump rope.
But I know the truth,
I am alive.
And birds sing
In my lung’s trees.
The beautiful trees
Filled with red syrup,
Pulsing with light.
I am told my lungs
Just don’t work.
I’ll need to replace them.
But I’ll miss these birds
They sing
Even though I can’t.
They fly
Even though I can’t.
They can live
Even though I can’t.
L.C. Anderson High School
9th