Hey everyone! This month, I've went with a recent poem. Free Bird says a lot about humanity, it highlights optimism, and the 'fight' we all have in ourselves. Hope is one of the main themes of the poem, for me anyway. I'm uncertain how it will be construed by everyone else. But for me, I think it's one of my favourite. A few years ago, if someone had compared me to a bird, free, flying about in the sky, unafraid of the big world that surrounded me, I would have agreed. Because, it was true. I felt like a bird, in the sky. Free. But now... Now I don't. That freedom seems to have faded. Inside, I have lost a little bit of that innate hope. I think it's safe to say it was initially because of external issues that I've been reduced to these feelings. I think we're all knocked out of the sky for some reason or another.. and it is only then that we find out who we are, what we want and what we're worth. For instance, the bird, will only st