The Crow Takes Flight

So I've been feeling down, as you can probably tell by the varying degree of emo like poetry on here, for quite a while. Today I feel happy, which is lovely. There are reasons for this:

• I got an offer from my first choice university - ABB - Sheffield - if you're interested :) 
• It's my birthday next week :)
• Work load isn't too stressy. It's dare I say it, manageable o.o
• Friendship drama is cooling down

This is why I thought I would do a second part to yesterday's poem. Yes, yes I am a hormonal teenager blah blah blah, my mood changes. But at least this mood change (I don't know how temporary it is) is for the better. 

The crow takes flight
leaving you behind
you feel light
not quite weightless
but still able to float


Your head is able to move back
not in to that biting beak
but in to space
thoughts and nerves have room
to breathe


A far off  caw in the distance
easy to ignore for today
just for once
things seem to be,
OK. 

The Pessimistic Crow

So I think this is the 50th post? Bloody hell it's only February.

It digs itself in to your back
claws firmly splayed apart
digging in deeper
when you try to stand up straight.


It squawks if your thoughts wander
reminding you
that it's always there 
always 


It spreads it wings
casting you in shadow 
while solemnly turning its head
making sure there is nothing
nothing.