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i wonder
does a bird ever feel the way i do
lost in a flock, but not really a part of the crowd?
wandering through rows of wings, trying to find a space to fit in?
they're welcomed, they're not cast away
but still something feels wrong
it doesn't feel right
they feel out of place, even amongst the smiling faces and people they should find kinship with?
does a bird ever feel that way?
or is it just me, who can't seem to find her place?
i wander and i drift and i flip and i flap and i fly and i dive and i swim and i run and i race and i chase
and nothing fits
nothing sticks
and just when it looks as if it might, i lose my footing
i get lost and i fade and i slip and i slap and i fall and i drown and i go down down and down
right back down into that place where it's just me and the wind on my face and the clouds that paint the sky and the warmth that coats my skin with moisture
just me and the brown of my eyes that matches the dirt beneath my feet
just me flying alone as all the other flocks circle me and move surely but freely and knowingly and pleasantly without me
i don't mind being alone
i love my wings with their fluff and their sleekness and their ruffle and their color
i love my little talons that grip tightly to the branch that keeps me tethered to the world
i love my small but built frame that contains the fierce little heart that beats and thrums and bums wildly in my ears
i love being alone, riding the wind and the waves and hearing the music that mother nature whispers to me
and yet i would love to have a flock of my own
i am desperate to have wings flapping beside me, different but similar
i am desperate to fly with those that see me as one of their own, that see me for who i am and build a connection with me stronger than any vein or muscle or bone
stronger than the will of nature herself
i wish to have other birds at my side that make me feel like i am something more than a lost bird with a thrumming heart and a soul too old for my own good
i want to be seen as something more than another bird in a flock that pretends to belong because i'm not sure how else to survive
because i am more
i am so much more
i am the raging sea and the lightning in a storm
i am the thunder that shakes the earth and cracks the ground
i am the howling wind and the swaying trees
i am the roots of bushes that grow into the ground
i am the warmth of the sun and the cold of the moon
i am the light of the stars
i am the beauty in a flower
i am the brain of an owl
i am the claws and fangs of a wolf
i am the wit of a fox
i am the stealth of a feline and the breathe of the universe
i am the light that guides the way
i am the master of my fate
i am the gift to the souls that mingle with mine
i am the love that echoes through us all
i am the emotions we can and can't describe
i am everything and anything and all
but most of all i am deserving
i am deserving of they who will take me as their own, they who will care for me when i have not the strength to care for myself
i am deserving of they who will help me continue when i struggle to fly
i am deserving of they who will see me as all that i am and can be
i am deserving of that connection that is stronger than nature herself
i am deserving of the kind of laughter that warms your bones and the kind of tears that make your soul sing
i am deserving of the touch that makes you shiver with glee
i am deserving of the cool wind blowing through my hair
i am deserving of a resolve strong a brick and a smile bright as morning-moisted grass
i am deserving of the kind of fire and heat that fills you and burns you in out and without
i am deserving of the fire that burns and rebirths and the ice that calms heals and reflects
i am deserving of all i wish for and desire
i am deserving of peace and pain
i am deserving of a flock of my own to fly alongside
i know by the light of the moon and the whispers of the stars and the sureness in my bones that i will get what i deserve
but i also know myself and i know my impatience and i'm not sure how much longer i can or must wait
but wait i will for what i know is coming
because no longer will i settle for that that is ill
for a while yet i will soar alone
high into the skies i will rise, the sound of my wings flapping against the strong winds and the melodies of mother nature ringing in my ears
i know she will guide me to what awaits
i know i won't always wander and drift and flip and flap and fly and dive and swim and run and race and chase
i know soon i will reach my destination
i know soon i will land and dance and soar and cheer and run and race and sing
with those that see me as one of their own, that see me for who i am and build a connection with me stronger than any vein or muscle or bone
stronger than the will of nature herself
















