A Bird, Poetry

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A bird has just fluttered
Into my view
I wonder if he only knew what I do.

He soars through the sky
Catching rides on the wind
Not thinking of where he should go
Or where he has been.

Instinct serves as his guidance today
No questioning, wondering if he’s okay.
I guess I may be somewhat jealous
You see.
Because I cannot go through my day
So carefree.

I sit in my thoughts
Whether right
Whether wrong
There are mirrors and scales
Grocery lists and appointments

There are bills
Conversation
These things are just daunting

I wonder again
How I’d feel
Soaring free

Would I then just be jealous
Of people, like me?

No matter what place
in the world that I flee
Or what kind of creature
God made me to be
I think all that matters is that
I am happy.

Not easy most days
When I think and make faces
And daydream of old
And all young happy places

But sometimes at night
When the house is most peaceful
I can sit and put all of my fears
on the table

And like putting my problems
in balloons that go up
Or writing on paper
to watch them burn up
I have the ability to let go.
I am free.
Soaring through life
with wings no person can see.

My gift is the life that I’ve chosen
Happily!

Anyway…
I’ve said enough
Oh a mouthful at least

And I doubt that that bird
would trade places with me

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About goplayintraffic

My Blog, which began as a mommy blog and turned into a writing website, www.write2survive.com, is the product of my years of being home with my children and trying to find ways to keep myself sane. I have always had this feeling, coming from a single mother, that I have to contribute financially and that I have to be able to take care of myself and my children. having been married, being a NYC school teacher, having four children, living in Newtown, CT and trying to find a way to get through each day with a smile has always been something I've strived for. My stories, articles and poems will do a lot of things but mostly make you feel. I think that is what is so wonderful about having the ability to write. I have been given the gift of taking my emotions and transferring them to written word. Once that is done, I can share those words with others who may feel better, maybe just for a moment, but better nonetheless having read my words. I am glad you are here and hope you will stay:)
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