Angels, batten my twigs, damn it!

I hear a dove struggling in the tree
Maybe something is molesting it up there
Maybe it just can’t get comfortable
Hell, I’m not comfortable

It’s sad to see anything struggle
Painful to watch
Good thing we don’t watch ourselves,

but we do

It needs a good angel, that dove
and me too
I call out constantly, struggling, but I’m still uncomfortable in one way or other

Is it always a struggle?
Do you get your good ole days back ever?
Like a second wind, a fast break
I do acknowledge the miracles that have come my way, one recent one in fact, but it still requires silence and an adept strategy, very adept to adapt and take many steps back

Again!

Ugh!

Strategy, tragedy, and souvenirs
Pieces and paces and all the places where no one is near though they’re here in certain presence

I hate being trapped in my memories
Only a few that I like lately

I’m a dove in a struggle simply to get comfortable in my nest, but some twig is pokin’ me in my ass!