Sometimes there comes a point
When a bird hatches from its egg
It must learn to fly
At some point that bird fly's away
Discovering a whole world of possibilities
That bird sometimes returns home
to make a nest of it's own
Sometimes it finds that home is not a home anymore
it must go out and find a new home
Sometimes the bird flew too far away from home
It has followed its heart
so much that it has lost sight of where home was
It has no other choice but to pursue forward
Making a nest of its elsewhere
To make a new family.
Tis the cycle of life
A contest entry
- To Live ~ Or To REALLY Live by CarolDesjarlais.
900 points, ended January 3, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
-
How I ebb and flo to the comings and goings...life is that....the plastic pull behind their leaving and the buldge of their returning. Well done, poet!
Adding your comment:
