Fly, Little Bird

“Silly little girl doesn't know anything.”
Says those who don’t know how much it stings.
I have sung my songs while tinging my guitar strings,
Sitting beneath the trees, waiting for the growth of my wings. 

“Fly, little bird,” Mother tells me.
“Haven’t you heard? One day they all will see,
You've grown above the tallest trees,
Dug deeper than the sand beneath the seas.
You've fallen with scraped knees,
And risen with a spirit set free. “

I pick up my feet and tread through the insults thrown.
I get cut and scarred along the way, but I don’t groan.

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[Beccy]

When we are young, our heads are just so full of dreams and schemes and ambition it can become very confusing. Just keep picking those feet up and it will all work out.

Beccy. x