Dew drops lie on the shaded grass Untouched by the moons gentle light. Whispers of wind reach my ears But not overpowering the thoughts in my mind. Through the trees where the stars should be It remains blank, empty. Waiting for me to fill the void. My hopeful eyes get overshadowed And I turn away. I don’t want to lose which is why I fight. I steal the ball and make the shot. You are in my sky so when You put me down but they bring me up. You try to keep me in the dark But my hands find those who care And I still find the moon’s rays.
We all try to be a beautiful bird Soaring through the sky. But we put on a smile and pretend to be sparrow Instead of the raven. That having a broken wing is a sin. That your voice because its ugly has no space to speak. That breaking feeling of Unimportance, Alone, Self hate, Brings you to tears on an unsteady branch. Then when that branch breaks The wind rushing around you Tells you, you can either Fall with Or rise again. Just know that You are not broken, but a bird Who has flown through a storm.
Tall trees bend down to greet me Small flowers blossom in place of my footprints. Long braided hair still hides my face These eyes could see the world But dark grey clouds obscure my vision. No sun could ever clear the skies. Rivers run long into the night. Tears they fall down forever. I miss when my heart could beat for free. Trapped by weeds that just won’t let go Oceans waves will just keep on crashing Each day will keep on going The setting sun will rise again.