My Heart, A Nest and A Raven

There’s a nest which sits well above my heart.
I’d like to say it was the home of a wren
But it belongs to a raven.
It is clever, heavy, wicked and wise
And it sees you.
My raven collects things,
Tiny metallic objects
Which nestle in the twigs above my heart.
I’d like to say they shimmer and shine,
But they cut
They bruise
Forcing me to grow scar tissue in places
I never thought I would.
My raven tells me things,
Whisperings in its croaking voice
Chants like those from outside of sound.
I’d like to say it is made of music,
But they are maniacal and truthful,
All the things that make me breed
Just a little more madness
Just a little more hate.
There’s a nest above my heart
And it presses like a coldness,
Pushes like a heaving force,
And lands me in a world of trouble.

2 thoughts on “My Heart, A Nest and A Raven

    1. Philisapher Post author

      Hey Bec, this piece is my explanation of anxiety and depression as I feel and know it. To me its less sad and more an ownership of it, in its naming it has less control. It exists with or without my consent. I guess it might sound sad but it is what it is.
      Good to see you btw, its been so long xx

      Reply

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