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 struggle and cry if he wishes to get back into the air, like he had been before he had fallen. But if he doesn't care for the sky, and he gives up. Well... That's the end. There is no more to it.
I think that symbolises human behaviour. We will try to get back on our feet if we find a reason to live our lives.
This is a personal poem to me, but I think it's one that everyone can relate to, in some way or another.
Free Bird
I wonder if birds count themselves lucky
To find themselves free in the sky.
Knowing they can escape up into the air.
They just have to spread their wings and fly.
I wonder what happens if they somehow fall,
And they find themselves bound to the ground.
Do they just accept their fate,
And fade away without a sound?
Or do they thrash and yammer
Until they can't anymore.
Then, just lay there and look up,
Remembering how it used to be before?
Do they fear that they are prey,
Another species' meal?
Or do they lose all their senses,
And choose not to feel?
I wonder if they're left just a little bit hopeful
That help may come along,
So they don't completely give up,
And try to keep themselves strong?
Or if they just lay there,
And wait for their eyes to close tight,
And slip away happily.
Surrendering without a fight.
I think, if I were a bird,
Who fell down from the sky,
I'd fight, thrash, yammer and hope..
Until the day I found myself capable of spreading my wings to fly.
4th August 2015
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