Birds always fly south for the winter but by summer they're back. Black smoke fills the air from human made machines and the atmosphere is not what it used to be. They struggle and flutter their wings to escape the turmoil but still..
They return.
How do I become that bird?
How do I live in a world that's always pushing me down. Always making it
Hard to see..
Hard to hear..
Hard to think?
Making me feel lost, like I've nowhere to go.
How do I become that bird?
I wonder..
Do I walk through the shattered pieces of yesterday and triumph through the storm? Do I keep looking forward and never back? Do I give it time?
Do I?
Do I become that bird?
I start chasing and never stop. Running as fast as I can. Knowing that if you look weak, you will be weak. That day will come when all those hardships you went through will be worth the struggle it took to get there..
wait..
Is that me?
Am I becoming that bird?
Not becoming..
I am that bird.
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PoetryI'm finding out that my poetry is actually really good, and so I've decided to make a collection of my poetry here. Just anytime I feel a certain way ill write it here so that way maybe I can help someone not feel so alone.
