The Bird in Me

The world was dim — no color, no sound,

I was searching for truth where none could be found.

Warmth rose gently from the roots of the ground,

I lay down — and vanished without a sound.

The void embraced me, wide and still,

Then came a flash, a bending of will.

I was no longer flesh, yet knew my name —

Closed my eyes in one world, woke in another flame.

I’m the bird, I’m the light, I’m the breath of the skies,

A whisper of wings where the silence flies.

I was the motion, I turned to flame,

All fell away — yet I still remained.

I was a girl, with laughter like rain,

The world through her eyes was wild and untamed.

But something was torn, a thread pulled tight —

Her soul slipped free into silent night.

I rose like ash from a sleeping fire,

No weight, no walls, only quiet desire.

Around me lines began to dance,

Shapes became song, a sacred trance.

I’m the bird, I’m the light, I’m the breath of the skies,

A whisper of wings where the silence flies.

I was the motion, I turned to flame,

All fell away — yet I still remained.

Feather by feather, I formed in the breeze,

The wind became part of the soul in me.

I rose in flight, yet I wasn’t alone —

Each note of the air sang “Welcome home.”

I returned, and the world could breathe…

But deep in my chest,

Still sings — the bird in me.