The Silver Gull - A Poem On Moving Before You’re Ready

This poem began on a beach, with a silver gull who seemed to be stalling... much like I was. What followed her into the air felt like a lesson I needed: that the body navigates by its own knowing, not by readiness. Written for the ones mid-hesitation, mid-change, mid-flight — this is an invitation to fold your feet in and trust the current that was always going to carry you anyway. There is an archive of poems on my profile to meet you, however you are feeling today, and I look forward to meeting you in the comments if you feel like sharing. Much Love, Sez

Transcript

The silver gull. I don't know why I know her. This bird on the salt-bitten pier. Her thin, Red legs, Feathers lifting and then settling. Like an indecision I've felt in myself for months now. But I know that cold shudder as the wind parts through her. I know that persistent scratch of webbed claw against the soft, Tufted crown of her own head. See that white eye, Rimmed, Ready in scarlet. Something in her has been burning quietly for a while now. And yet she stalls. But wait. Watch as she walks now. That gawky drag, Her body briefly ridiculous in its gravity before she is lifted. And just like that, She's gone into it. Oh, I want that. To fold my laboring, Earth-glad feet into myself. To stop explaining. To say yes to the thing that was always going to carry me anyway. Notice how she doesn't fly. She agrees to a conversation larger than her own story, Guided by the hollow singing of her bones. You know this feeling, Don't you? Being caught beneath a blackening sky, The kind that calls you to open wider. To be held by the very thing you thought would undo you. You have been baptized in dark water. You know how to cross the darkening sky. This makes loving yourself the most honest way of surviving. This makes the move you know you must take before you are ready. The only movement that matters. Tuck the good earth in. Feel the current you did not choose choosing you, Again and again, Carrying you. The way wind bears the body, Long after the wings have grown still.

Reviews

💖my heart💖

“You were baptized in dark water.” What a line. Especially with the next line about being able to traverse darkening skies. 💙 Such a beautiful acknowledgement of going through great pain but moving forward.

Simply beautiful 🙏🏼💝🌟

Thank you Sez this is beautiful
Love and blessings to you

So beautiful and eloquent