Have you ever seen creatures like
Them?
So peaceful in their solitude,
So free in their freedom.
They perch themselves high on trees,
Above us all,
Watching in pure curiosity,
All we say and do.
We wonder why they fly away from
Us,
We say it's because they're fragile,
So sensitive to all sudden movements,
But once,
I heard one of them whispering,
Into the early morning sky.
How it is not their fragility,
That causes them to fly away,
To flutter their wings into day,
It is because they see all that we do,
They hear the lies we speak,
They hear the promises we break,
They see the brokeness in our hearts,
The wavering in our eyes,
And they fear,
That if they stay too long around us,
Their tiny hearts will be broken too,
As they've seen it happen one too Many times.
They fear us indeed,
But not because they fear for their
Lives,
But because they fear for their hearts.
What we don't realise,
Is that we were all born with wings,
Wings of joy, wings of perfection,
But those wings were destroyed,
By the tears in our eyes,
And the splinters in our chest.
So rather than have their wings
Destroyed,
The birds fly away.
They sing their songs of joy,
At a faraway distance.
As you sit behind a bush,
Your binoculars in hand,
As you watch the birds,
In such greatness,
With such power they sit perched on
A tree,
Not a care in the world,
You fool yourself into thinking
That you are bird-watching,
When truthfully,
All along,
The birds are people-watching.
~n.s
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Poetic Justice
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