Villanelles
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A bird’s journey starts outside the nest
From Fledgling to mature thinking back to before it could fly
What lies beyond the branches will show the bird best.
With the winds of possibility beating against the chest
I am a character in a story of my own
I’ve at long length known what I was written to say
That I am the villain, I’ve always known
For so long I’ve obediently done what was shown
