The Little Bird

This is one of my best poems I wrote… I dedicate this to my friends that I really care allot… the ones I talked long hours through the night, the ones who shared their problems with me, the ones who I truely admirer and appreciate… hehe, you know who you are… ;)
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The Little Bird

I have a little story
About a little bird
Who lives in the vast sky
Where all possibilities occur

The bird loved the sky
Where she spent her happiest times
Exploring the heavens above
Enjoying the beauty of lands below

Free as the sky could offer
As high as she could soar
Open to all things
The little bird didn’t know before

A strike from the back
From the pure blue sky
It all came so sudden
She felt she was going to die

As she fell to the ground
As hard as she could hit
As wounded as she ever could be
She survived and started to crawl

No more did she dare take flight
For it hurt her far too bad
For ages she suffered
Hardly able to survive

Never looking up again
She lived on the ground
Little did she ever remember
The happiness she had in the sky

The best times she always had
The endless happiest moments
The feeling of forever being loved
When she was in the sky

One day she looked up
She heard some birds fly past
The birds she used to be with
The memories she had left to rust


A song the birds were singing
Touched the little heart of the bird
Who fell and remained scarred
And this is the song she heard:

“A few times I have fallen
(The first was the worst)
But I’ve always remembered them
As the best times of my life

Despite the times I fell so fast
Despite the times I hit so hard
Despite the times I crawled so low
Despite the wounds that hurt so bad

I’ve always flown up again
Understanding better
Enjoying the sky like never before
Loving it more then ever

The times I am up here
I remember the times I fell
Grateful that I’m up soaring
Far from where I was crawling”

At this the bird woke up
And started to understand
The scars were never there
It was just a nightmare

Letting the fall scared her
Till she blinded herself from the times
When she was up above
Higher than paradise

She pulled herself upright
And stared hard at the sky
Trusting it one more time
She raised her wings up high

Her tiny feet left the ground
As her wings hit the wind
As hard as she knew it would be
But never did she give in


With all her little might
She hit it one more time
With all her courage and effort
She made it to the sky

Once more she was soaring
Through the heavens up above
Once more she was home
In the skies she had always loved

The scars that were on her
Had all disappeared
The time she believed in herself
Was the time she was freed from all fears

She joined the birds who sang
Inspiring her to try her wings
Together they enjoyed the winds
That blew her tears all dry

This is where my story ends
About the little bird
The beauty of life is always there
It’s where you look that matters