The Singing of My Soul

The Bluebird and the Rose

I have a beautiful bluebird

and a handsome rose.

She matters, more than anything.

And he matters, so so much.

But I have a horrible aching in my soul

that screams at me

"You cannot have both."

"Choose one."

"And lose the other."

She needs me, more than ever.

And I need him, to keep me from falling.

"You cannot have both.

Choose one

and lose the other."

What do I do?

When I cannot be what she needs me to be

and I am failing at the one thing that truly matters.

And I am so afraid

that my bluebird will leave me,

fly away and never return.

And I will be left with my rose

and have no desire to tend it.

Because what kind of person am I

if I can't even help a bird fly?

Birds are born to fly.

And growing roses is hard.