My Red (2)

I walk into my backyard to face my truth,
Reluctantly embracing my melancholic mood,
I will have a talk with the hummingbird feeder,
The red bully who happens to be my honest mirror.
What else does it see that I’ve failed to see?
What more to explore about us being twinsies?
I approach the rascal, still depleted, lying on its side,
Out in the open, under the full force of sunlight.
It’s more of a tube and less of a tray,
But it is surely red and lying sideways,
Not far from it, there’s another feeder,
I believe I was its original caretaker!
It’s less of a tube and more of a tray,
This round feeder is not lying sideways,
It’s also red but it’s sitting upright!
Its tray is full of dirty debris inside!
What if the tube feeder is a classic bully,
Gaslighting me because of its jealousy!
What if I’m more closely related to this tray feeder?
I’m still bright; I just need a cleanse and a makeover!
What if my happy red spirit is still intact?
The tube feeder was just lying to me about my lack!
Oh, THE HORROR!
What if both feeders are my honest mirrors?
One half of me feels hopeless,
The other half is still full of spirit!
Funny that the hopeless part has a loud mouth!
The part with dignity keeps quiet and doesn’t shout.
It’s so clear to me now that I have two twinsies,
The hummingbird feeders are trying to revive me.

June 11, 2026 - seed (hummingbird) by #PaintByWords