Plenty To Survive

Plenty to Survive

There was a happy little bird named Blueheart

Whose dream was to fly high to the sky

Her wings were weaker than other birds’

Her nest more cramped than others’

But she had plenty to survive.

She lived in a cozy little forest

With scarce bits of food to find

But Blueheart was grateful eating what she could

To give her the strength to fly high

There was still plenty to survive.

It was a dark forest, but it was home

Blueheart had plenty to survive

But she thought if she could touch the beams of the sun,

She would one day reach a place

With much more than plenty to survive.

Blueheart was out finding food one day

When a smiling man approached her

Come with me, he said

I’ll help you fly higher to the sun, he said

I’ll provide you with more than plenty to survive, he said

The cozy forest didn’t look so cozy anymore

It just seemed meager and poor

There was not enough food nor space

To fly high to the sky

She just wanted more than plenty to survive.

As soon as Blueheart followed the smiling man

He shoved her inside of a dark cage

All traces of kindness were gone

She was alone in the dark

With less than plenty to survive.

Blueheart no longer had a name

Her identity was now that of 018883737888,

The number branded onto her feeble wings,

Holding her down so she could never fly high.

She just wanted to survive.

Blueheart had only wished to fly high in the sky

But now she was just 018883737888

Merely a number confined to the bars of its cage

Being sold to others repeatedly.

018883737888 missed having plenty to survive.

Blueheart’s fear and anger towards the man

Soon turned to anger towards 018883737888

Why did I fall for his trick, 018883737888 asked itself

Why did I agree to come here, 018883737888 asked itself

Why did I wish for more than plenty to survive?

One day, a hand reached into 018883737888’s cage

It had a red X in the middle of the palm

The hand gently grasped Blueheart

And pulled her out of the darkness

Let us help you survive, soft voices coaxed

The red Xs had saved Blueheart

She was no longer 018883737888

She was back to being Blueheart

Back to her little forest

And given plenty to survive

Now, she appreciated the cozy forest

She appreciated her snug nest

She appreciated her light wings

She appreciated the small but abundant food

She realized she had always had more than plenty to survive.

Just like that, Blueheart’s darkest days were over.

With a soft smile on her face

She began her flight

All the way to the horizon of the sunset.

She had survived;