FREEDOM / @cursedcrest
the baby blue bird is cradled in hands that have known of war / the soft feathers brush against bandaged hands ( & for a moment / the world around you disappears / as you quietly stare at the bird that rests peacefully in your hands ). upon further inspection / you notice something peculiar. the feathers on it’s wing is all messed up / this poor baby bird has been injured ( & it rests quietly in your hands / flightless / & you too understand that feeling / of being unable to be all that you can be ).
you pull your hands closer to you / reality becomes one with you again & a faint reassuring smile could be seen on your lips ( though / one would have to look a bit closely to notice ). ❝ let’s bring him to the nursery to get bandaged. with enough care i think he’ll be able to fly among the clouds soon enough. ❞ & perhaps there is longing / a yearning you never knew. to be among those clouds / to fly ( it feels so free / yet you know that freedom / is not your story ).
