I had a bird,
In a wicker cage.
It cawed softly at night,
Crooning the best it could,
Keeping me company in the
And when I cried
I’d collapse next to him
And put my fingers through the bars.
Through my tears:
“Teach me to fly.
Teach me to soar through the air
And leave my troubles behind.
Teach me to throw myself at the ground
Teach me freedom. Teach me calm.
Teach me to spread my wings.
Teach me to fly”
My raven, bless its heart
Would tilt its head
And caw softly as if to tell me:
“Flying cannot be taught, child.
Find your wings and spread them.
Jump and miss the ground.
It’ll hurt when you don’t, but try,
Because the best feeling in the world is
And somehow I’d get to my feet
Wipe my tears
And try to miss the ground again.
I’ll keep going until
I finally learn