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.
You trample over me and take my shoes, My heart sore, yet somehow still beating. You took me, Wore my clothes, Spoke my voice And left me with a shell, That you still tried to carry. You took my moon, Then stuffed out my sun into smoke, Now I am cold and feeling worthless. You pushed in between until I could see no shore While ripping my sails in the wind, Making me desperate to save myself. I swam after you, to grab my sun and moon back, But my heart to sore, weeped along with my tears. Hoping that someday it will get better.