I am a bird.
Feathers light as can be,
because I am so carefree.
Soaring through the air,
This feeling so not rare.
Diving fast,
having a blast.
Pulling out of the dive,
feeling so alive.
My friend is a bird.
Feathers heavy with weight,
so full of hate.
Struggling to fly,
as I pass them by.
Diving fast,
just to ignore the past.
Pulling out of the dive,
barely alive.
Yet what can I do as a friend,
but help them around the bend?
Give them a shove,
while showing them love.
I want to freely fly,
before I die.
But I want them with me,
both of us, riding the wind, free.
(12 Jan.2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem