I pad across cobblestone streets

and watch as the sky releases fleets

of dark grey and water-color yellow–

Big Ben punctures the clouds.

I ask him where I am and he bends his head,

exhales a gust of bells and a metallic groan:

“A world away from your own.”

Something swells

in my chest and tells

me to soar into grey clouds

and release my comfort zone,

fling it down like a bomb

that I usually hug close.

I am a tiny bird,

breaking bonds, youthful yellow.

I am learning to explore.

Written by Hannah Butcher

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