Learning To Fly
- Lesa Silvermore
- Jul 9
- 1 min read
Updated: 4 days ago

A new series I am creating matching poems and photography from my cross country travels in 2021. I love this photo so much, right outside the Great Salt Lake, a beautiful bird looking out from his bird house with the road stretching behind him.
There is a bully in my brain
The loudest voice amongst all the noise
I am often lost in space
Out of touch, out of place
If I lay here
On the desert floor
In between the cracks of what I knew before
Will I hear the whispers
Of someone cracking the code?
There’s a reflection
At the bottom of this river
You can’t drown
The water supports you
Like you’re floating on a cloud
Can’t live a life without lessons
Had to learn who I wasn’t to accept who I am
Can’t rely on memories
To define me
‘Cause I’ve been unraveling
As I listen to the path
I am meant to travel




Comments