Exploring the thematic essence of one of the poems by Heather Bowering
Exploring the thematic essence of one of the poems by Heather Bowering

Breaking free from the shell
Let me out , let me out ,
Fresh smells filter down through yellow spring green leaves
My eyes open to take in bright gold light
I sense a cool gentle wispier of air
As it ruffles my still damp downy feathers
I am breaking out, one tap of the beak
I am breaking out , I am breaking out
I shake off the shell that surrounds me
Shards of pale green and pastel blue
Litter the tangle of twigs and moss
Knitted together safe and warm
I stand for the first time
I have broken out
I am free
Heather Bowering

This poem xrays the pain one would bear before a new birth and then the joy of sidling or breaking forth into newness. The persona desires a birth may be esoteric or literally and was satisfied to have finally found what is demanded at that serious moment in time.

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