Floating

Songbird

It was peaceful once. I could be happy for a bit. I was a song bird alight on a branch. From the depths of my soul came the sound of the gods, and I could keep my self afloat. But that was once... long ago, in a time before they trapped little birds. And one net and one day, I was taken away and they told me all about color. They were wrong and they knew it, both sides screaming falsehood, and I just wanted to sing. In my chest rose a voice, one I never had used, I screamed, but it sounded like singing. As these giants of color argued loud and obnoxious, as if either side should be forced to take me, I found altruistic truth from the sound of my voice, I was worried for them and their hatred. So I'd sing late at night, filling their dreams with a light, that would blind them to color entirely, and on the next day, when I'd flown away, both giants had woken up smiling.