Apr 08, 2009 18:09
Fumbling.
Tumbling.
Sinking, losing.
Don't know which path I should be choosing.
Flying.
Spinning.
Crashing, aching.
Don't know which risks I should be taking.
Unnurtured baby hummingbird,
Where was Mama with your worms?
Flying lessons never had,
I try alone; the course looks bad.
Flap.
Flutter.
Pause and stutter.
A treacherous path.
I cower.
I shudder.
Weak.
Helpless.
Baby bird.
Eagles, vultures, have you heard?
Have me, take me,
Bruise me, break me,
For I'm already broken.
Too many tries with no success,
Too many words unspoken.
Oh Baby Bird, just close your eyes,
And try your best to realize...
Maybe Mama didn't know
You yearned and burned for her love, so.
Find these worms now on your own,
Accept the past, for now you're grown.
Flap.
Forward.
Go.
Toward
New trees, new nests, just do your best.
Eventually, you'll find success.