A Bird's SongA Poem by Brian M. PeeplesI dug a hole in the ground, and buried my swollen heart, and although the Sun was out, and it was raining all around, it never did grow into this world’s beautiful art. Not because it was broken, and could not be fixed. Or because the world laughed at me, just for kicks. And not because I’d died whilst trying to reach the pleasant sky. It was because my heart had been perfect all along. Just right, all this time, and I never knew, nor could I believe it to be true, or else I’d have lost my mind. And inside the egg that which I nest, I am able to quietly rest, and see to it that I may eventually hatch with the next batch of baby chickadees, as my heart may sprout into a lovely giving tree, and you see, I may even sing on and about, upon the branch of my heart, as I have become the art that I’d been wanting to see since the beginning of eternity’s first moon. And within a dirt-covered cocoon, an egg upon the branch of my heart, my veins may run dry, and as I die, my heart may still grow, and I hope you know that this bird’s song had been perfect all along, within the galaxy’s cosmic glow.© 2016 Brian M. PeeplesReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 13, 2016 Last Updated on March 13, 2016 AuthorBrian M. PeeplesNorwich, CTAboutI am a twenty-three year old writer & poet. My passion for writing comes from all over. I love to write, and I love to inspire others. Hopefully when I'm gone one day, I'll leave behind all my writin.. more..Writing
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