Walking down a clear path I saw a bird in pain It was alone I crouched down beside it and I sensed it felt disdain
Why can't you fly Birds are known for that It's how most of them get by In my mind I could hear the bird say Today I looked at the world and asked why am I here I laughed at that thought You're a silly bird I said It's better to be alive than dead I heard the bird ask me "why"
That impossible question lingered with me The bird asked if we were meant to be Existing isn't living Living is existing That question couldn't be answered with complete totality about if our lives should be a reality Happiness drives me What about those without What's their need to be
A coin called life has two sides the good and the bad It's flipped more than once so it's not dictated by the sad
I went back the bird on my mind had been only one word Hope I fixed the bird up its wing had been straightened and feathers unruffled As the bird began to fly There was a sound Very muffled I thought I heard a word That the bird said "Maybe"
This poem is beautiful :D Yes, repost it on the poetry thread and hey, could i post this on my blog? I need to share this with the world. If you want okay, it's fine if you don't.
