Helpless Little Birdie
Tuesday, November 08, 2011 ( 11:25 pm )

I lay there.
I lay there inside my nest. Curled up to withstand the cold air of heavy rain.
I'm not going anywhere.
But all I want is to move, to be more comfortable, more open and truthful.
I'm not asking for freedom.
But every time I spread my wings, they'd say I want to fly away..
But I don't.
I just want some openness. Some understanding.
Support.
That's what I need.
I want to be able to do something I am passionate about. Something I love.
But if I'm just a little birdie, why would they let me think big?
But I am. I am thinking big.
For me. And for the better, and not for the worse.
Yet would they understand?
And so nothing concerns me any longer.
I lay there inside my nest. Curled up to withstand the cold air of heavy rain.
I lay there.



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