Tiny Warmth | Poetry Breakdown

I want you to hold me like I’m a baby bird you found on the ground.

Practically weightless

Fluttering heartbeat

Radiating tiny warmth

Curious yet fearful eyes.

I am so small but the weight of a life

is nothing compared to anything you have felt before.

How long until I learn to fly,

until my eyes are no longer filled with anxiety?

How long until I learn how to build a nest

and make it my own?

Please take care of me, but

please don’t hold me back when you should let go.