Injured Bird - Migrated Heart

Perhaps my most personal and depressing poem. Image: Wlastimil Hofman. "There are lots of different strengths in the world, being able to ask for help is perhaps the biggest strength of all...."

I

Time for the moment had stopped, 

Clocks stopped

All signs of life had vanished all except 

For the heavy breathing in my mind.

I had escaped for a moment, 

Wind and rain swirling around me 

But I was still back there face down. 

With him on top of me, my own bloody father.

A little white feather stuck in the muddy path

Shed from a free bird, 

Made me for the first time in a very long time 

Look up at the sky, 

So pretty and white and soft in my hand, 

Like touching a piece of heaven for the first time

A reminder that there's so much more than this pain.

I'm not good with words or feelings

I don't even know anymore, how to be a child.

My only crime was being the only son 

I had to be a man when I was not.

If you look into my eyes close enough

You'll see one by one;

Piece by piece, feather by feather, 

Pieces of my love plucked away.

Whilst I dream of flying away,

I'm left behind like an injured bird that can't migrate.

A box full of dreams

Feathers; stories, drawn birds, and secrets.

A collection of feathers,

Each one plucked from the heart

Telling of sins, lucky escapes and lost loves.

Migrating heart,

It kills to be innocent when you’re made to feel guilty

Migrating orchestra,

If only I had my own wings, if only I had more heart

A stronger heart with wings.

II

Each bruise and scar tells a tale,

Like each and every feather I’ve found.

Once I’ve shed all my feathers

And each and every bruise and scar is visible,

Will my love, my best friend, my sweetest torment

See the trail of my feathers. 

Leading from my failed escapes - to his heart.

I had gotten out for a moment, 

Wind and rain swirling around me 

But I was still back there.

If you look into my eyes close enough

You'll see one by one;

Piece by piece, 

Pieces of my love flying away,

Out the classroom window.

As my bloodthirsty father spits out feathers

And throws around my box of dreams.

Destroying my heart in front of the boy I love,

My love isn’t enough

If only I could fly.

Migrating heart,

It kills to be innocent when you’re made to feel guilty

Migrating orchestra,

If only I had my own wings, if only I had more heart

A stronger heart with wings,

If only I could fly.

Author's Note

Please respect that this is very upsetting
and was really hard to write so please be sensitive
with your comments.
This is semi-biographical
Its just from the perspective of someone else.
The issues raised in this are all true
and are things I've experienced.

Reviews

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

Thanks Kristy I am glad you liked it and felt the emotion within it.

[*~Kristy~*]

I can tell that there is a vast amount of emotion in this...Great poem