{"id":1779,"date":"2025-05-08T11:25:10","date_gmt":"2025-05-08T16:25:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/?p=1779"},"modified":"2025-05-08T11:25:10","modified_gmt":"2025-05-08T16:25:10","slug":"tired-bird","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/2025\/05\/tired-bird\/","title":{"rendered":"Tired Bird"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">By my bed, there is a figurine of a young girl with her arms outstretched and birds have landed on her. Though she doesn\u2019t stand like a scarecrow, instead she bends into the wind and allows it to lift her up.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI want you to feel this free one day,\u201d he said to me as we sat on my new bed in my new room inside a new home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The figurine used to anger me. I would lay each night, tossing and turning as it stared at me mockingly. She was free, and I was trapped inside the memories. Waking up from their spilling into my dreams. She was free, and I was not, and it infuriated me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">There\u2019s a reason she\u2019s missing a bird on her right arm. One night I had enough of her looming over me as I suffered as she knew nothing but joy, so I picked her up and threw her.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I threw her away from my sight.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I threw her away from myself.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I threw her away from my misery.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That figurine didn\u2019t hold onto all that I did. She didn\u2019t know how heavy it all is to carry. There is nowhere for me to unload all of this. But it is too heavy to fly with.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">So, do I just open my arms and give the other tired birds somewhere to land?<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By my bed, there is a figurine of a young girl with her arms outstretched and birds have landed on her. Though she doesn\u2019t stand<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[28],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1779"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1779"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1779\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1780,"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1779\/revisions\/1780"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1779"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1779"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1779"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}