Songbird
I wonder why my voice is not heard
Within the walls of my so called home
A place of comfort that holds little
But for now I just wait
No inspiration
No encouragement I crave
No love
The kind I crave but yet not see
Within these barren and worn out walls
Damaged beyond repair from the guardians that promised to protect it
But are at a constant battle
I feel like a bird with clipped wings
Unable to fly the glorious and nutritional wind currents up above
My song echoes upon the walls and hits deaf ears
I can't take this silence anymore
Then one day I was met with a beautiful star
Its light so enticing and luminous
Its arms so soft and welcoming as it held me in its embrace
"Sing little bird, sing for me" it said
And I sang my little heart out
Suddenly my feathers grew a new and strong
I spread them and was in the sky I yearned for so long
I looked to my savior with tears in my eyes and a smile upon my face and asked "Why?"
And it said as it caresses my cheek
" A little bird with such a beautiful voice shouldn't be kept from singing.
They should be able to be free in both flight and song"
Unfortunately it's spell didn't last forever
By the sunrise my new feathers withered away
But my savior promised me that by nightfall they'll return but only then
Ever since that night, the star visited me every night
I flew alongside it and sung the night away
"Eventually my little songbird, these feathers shall be permanent and you shall fly away from this place"
Said the star
"And soon enough the whole world will hear your song"
I smiled at my friend
“As long as you're part of the audience”
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