poem

Sometimes I fly free like a bird and
Sometimes I am grounded in the caves.
There, I disappear in the darkness and
Get drowned in my misery.

I was aimed and shot at.
Those hunters are hungry for my flesh.
They watch my move every second.
I remember being hurt and
Making some close escape.

I pray every morning.
I look up for the almighty.
I pray for bits of happiness and a safer sky.
“Gift me reliable souls”- I asked god.

I curse every night.
My veins get engulfed with hatred.
I curse them for murdering my soul.
I curse them for my endless pain.

I am still that little bird.
I have not stopped flying but
I learned to fly safe.
I am still that little bird but
I’m stronger than ever. Waddup.