The Power of Poetry

The Power of Being Yourself

I have come to know that I am also a bird. I was simply hiding in my own feathers. And now I’m up here, on this branch, looking down at the world. In this moment of revelation, I can see my reflection in the water below. I’m a bird with bird eyes, with bird feet. Bird hands, bird scales. A loud and unstoppable voice, a sense of amorality. I can fly as fast as I’d like. The face with bird eyes is my face now, my face forever. I might as well get used to the idea of being a bird with bird eyes.

I could have never have imagined that my mind had avian-like qualities. And I don’t understand the concept of “home” in the same way anymore. But after, after I got over the shock and my heart no longer felt like it was exploding, something else emerged — peace, a feeling of getting closer to myself and understanding myself better than ever.

This bird with a face knows that not everyone has the same thoughts and feelings. If we were all like him, then there would be no need to say anything because it would be understood by everyone. But he understands what they go through and how they feel without them even having to tell him.

The world is more important than your problems, especially when those problems are genuinely unique to you. This is a lesson you should never forget because this is something that has been tough for someone else to say so many times before you had the opportunity to do it yourself, but now he can finally speak his mind…to all of us!