Make Me A Bird
She had seen…
Many things in her life. Her father engulfed in flames. The tears of a mother who could not understand. Would not understand. The broken neck of the same mother who gave up. The face of a brother who could no longer feel. Yes she had seen, and she was so young, so much more to see.
She did know…
That the night her brother left, it was for good. The day her mother was found hanging from the rafters of the shrine, she would be in the ground before the coming of spring. The night her father saved them from the burning home, he loved them more than life itself. Yes, she did know, and she was so young, so much more to know.
She did want…
The love of someone. The beatings by her neighbors to stop. Her brother home. Her mother alive. Her father alive. A family that was unbroken. She understood what it was. She had it in her grasp once. And she wanted it bad. Yes, she did want, and she was so young, so much more to want.
In any language this prayer is still the same. It is the heart of a child wishing for something as foolish as a glimmer of hope. Because being young and truly seeing and knowing and wanting drains away youth all too quickly. And youth is the most precious gift of all…
Dear god,
Make me a bird. So I can fly far… Far far away…
I've been kind of off lately going through bouts of depression and bouts of extreme happiness. The prayer is from Forrest Gump. I actually mutter it a lot. Helps if I dream I have wings. Please review.