I fold my wings, <br />perch on the nearest bough I can reach, <br />land a cynical smile to anywhere I stare. <br />It's painful to fly and to know I've gone nowhere. <br />Any word won't heal the wound inside of me. <br />Even though it would, the scar will stay deep inside of me. <br /> <br />I raise a question to the sky, <br />hoping the God will listen. <br />'Why do I be here? ' <br />'Why do I stay still here? ' <br />No answer comes as I see, <br />as if he knows the answer and asks it back to me. <br />I ask the question again and again, <br />I have something worthy, <br />therefore, I must understand.. <br /> <br />Truly, <br />hopeless and helpless as me, <br />the sky is so blue today, <br />and will always stay that way. <br />Suddenly I cry, <br />in my heart I still want to soar across the sky.. <br /> <br />Having seen no reason of why I'm supposed to be here, <br />I decide to hold the thing I so much endear. <br />Having heard nothing to answer my question, <br />I decide to flap my wings once again. <br />I have a thing worthy that is my life, my 'present', <br />so I fly and worry no more of where I land, <br />tomorrow..<br /><br />kite remedy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diary-of-a-young-bird-2/
