Sightlines of Songbirds
A Spoken Word Poem
I am a fantasy monger
Hoarding in my hippocampus
All the dreams I lean upon
To get me through the day
Speaking of which
Here the hitch
I've found in the system
That twists at my wits
And lambasts
My bombastic ideas and ideals
The more ways you think of
To stretch the days
The faster the night creeps
And peeks in on your plans
To cut them short
Break down the fort you've built
To protect yourself
from the caustic material
that throws that second hand ever forward
Every day we fail a little more
To maintain homeostasis
Or keep ourselves off the floor
Our last resorts growing closer
By the minute
While we're in it
It's almost like a game of
"Are you nervous"
Yes, always
There are too many threats
For the frets of a guitar to calm
Too many peaks to climb
To reach the top
And find that
You scaled the wrong mountain
And it doesn't fix anything
But I'll keep imagining
Stocking up on better stories
Than the ones we might be living
To load up laughter
To drown out
The cacophony of catastrophe
Outside the door
Because maybe
The best defense against
the horror and gore
Is a smile,
Kind words,
And a mind full of songbirds
About the Creator
Natalie Schaffer
Natalie is an actor from Bucks County, PA. She recently graduated from Wagner College. She loves singing, dancing, writing, and puppies.
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