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.”
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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