I found a shiny thing where the crows meet. With bare feet I walked for hours. Grazing upon meadows and floating through trails. And the shiny thing was familiar to me, a shadowed memory of which I could not speak of. It embodied innocence, and childlike play. Singing through whispers in the winds everyday. 

Tiny gatherers, hoarding lost treasures and things that were left behind and forgotten, yet here was the very thing I was too scared to find again. Symbolizing rebirth, death and change.

 A shiny little thing, with so much left to say. To think that I prayed this away, I begged and pleaded to be rid of it. And here it is, where the crows meet. 

A funny little thing, out on display for most everyone, but so alien to me. But yet it lays there, on the mud and the grass, where the crows meet, despite my efforts to bury it in the backyard of my mind. 

It was the cruelty, and unkindness to me. Shadowing my inner child. Covering her in a blanket of darkness, and to them it was mild. I was meek and weak and unable to speak my piece, so I stayed. Under the cover of night, and I tossed the light from my chest to the sea. And yet here it is, lying at my feet where the crows meet. 

They meet at the crossroads, where demons are summoned and deals are made, the crows keep watch and keep score, collecting debts along the way. 

And one may think ‘oh what a bore’ but the crows have seen it all before. They witnessed the deal I made to stay safe, to toss my light away from me. They simply could not leave me be, as the price I paid was far too steep. 

I deserved my light back. And despite their attacks I hid her, that child. Buried alive in a graveyard inside my mind, yet here she lies, where the crows meet. 

So I return what was lost to whence it came, and I realized I wasn’t the one to be blamed. 

My healing begins at the crossroads, where the only deal I make is with the crows to grow and learn and heal from what was unfortunately all too real for me. 

So here I stand, where the crows meet.

They tell me of all the shiny things within me, whispering of all the treasures inside my heart. Tearing the veil apart until I could finally see, that the crows were surrounding me. Each with a pretty little thing to say, each bringing treasures from what I shall have so long as I stay. 

So I put them back where they belonged, inside of me. 

As they drop them at my feet, I realize that this was no small feat, to have stumbled upon where the crows meet. 

They are an omen of sorts. With their flutters and caws, I look forward in awe. For within the center of where they meet, I see myself and what I shall be. All the beautiful pieces they returned to me, finally back in place within my very core. 

And to think it’s all because I finally found where the crows meet.