Farfetch'd

I had just turned three months old.

My mother looked at me- those dead eyes,

she icily said, "Show me you're worth it."

She pushed me out of the nest, my only home.

She watched; I screamed, flapping at the wind.

I didn't know where it was, I'd plummet.

I think I saw God watching me fall that day-

His loving arms extended toward me.

Yet when I approached Him, at the end of my trip,

He vanished and I crashed to the ground.

I rose and discovered my new broken leg,

quickly found a leek to cover my limp.

I looked back up at the home I left,

knowing I'd never return to that height.

I've tried flying several times since then,

but see that disheartened look each time

I now walk everywhere I need to travel.

I avoid ponds, since my reflection is wretched.

People say I look sad and I explain, but-

they tell me my story is far-fetched.

Reviews

[Savannah Blonde]

Wow, I really like this. It's sad yet a struggle, and it really made me think.