Different Directions – Poem
Birds fly so high
It’s springtime
And various flocks fly
In the same destinations
But some birds
Fly into different directions
Because of Pride
And wander the night
Of the soul that’s broken
Beyond repairment
Like that strained bond
Cut by angels diamond’s knife
And past development
That became toxic
Of maybe the ruffled feathers
That never grew back
Despite every fight
For humans right
Some say it’s destined
But there is a truth known
Distant hearts never become fond
And their red laces bring doom
These birds fly against all odds
On their own and die
Because seasons change
And life makes them apart
It’s not such a tragedy
To leave someone alone
They stubbornly go abroad
To look for a company
And maybe get accepted
For some time
Until they fly under row
And when starting to sing a new song
They’re not allowed to remain along
So birds fly in different directions
Taking every single hope
To be loved and accepted
Genuinely overgrown
The expectation to be in the crowd
In the end, they become the owl
That looks at the moon every night
Praying
“I hope to see you again, my love.
In this life, or another,
And until then I will be on my own,”
In the deepest remembrance
Because death made the birds hard
In their hearts with loneliness walk
When not tagged along
They only can silently cry
”Love will never die,”
On rainy days and nights
Experimenting to create their flocks
Breaking them one after another
Because of their choice of different directions
That makes them fly so high
And go to the happily-ever sunsets individually.
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After my re-found talent to paint, I heard my voice can sing. 😉
Happy Easter to Orthodox Christians!
Today I came back from my hometown where my time with friends and family was amazing. Until I was there my daily walks in the rain showed me I can sing in it. I believed that I can’t sing but today I do it proudly and it helps me a lot. The same way as dancing, writing, or painting.
Working with positive energy these days, I smile more and things happen in a good way. Some past mistakes roar but I don’t listen to them to not go down into the depression’s rabbit hole.
Today is a holy day. I never used to be a religious person, but somehow I feel the times changed and started to make me closer to the so-called god. The only thing that is unclear to me is why I am still learning my life lessons and see no results in everything I do. But it was yesterday I stopped to think about why-s.
Well, from today I will not ask and follow only my heart. It’s a wonderful feeling. It’s better to not know the answers.