Oh, to be free.
Free like a birdie.
Flying above
The mountains, seas and trees.
Making friends with bees.
Home within the leaves.
Seems to only
Occur in my dreams.
Gifted a bird.
Visions of birds.
Seeming to wake
Before we speak a word.
Dreams that come in thirds.
More wordless birds.
Starting to all
Sound a bit absurd.
But the stories are true.
Couldn\'t fudge if I wanted to.
Birds of all colors
White, black and blue.
Even pink and purple hued.
Move when I move.
Going where I do.
Happens all the time.
Tell the story.
They\'ve lost their minds.
So I keep it inside.
It\'s better to hide.
After all the times I\'ve tried.
No more dings to my pride.
As a bird
I just glide.
Spreading my wings far and wide.
A shelter for those
Who too
Hide themselves inside.
There\'s room for all who
Would like to see the world new
Being the One that\'s true.
Showing the real you.
You can do it too.
I believe in you!
~Odalys M.~