![]() A BluejayA Poem by Brian M. PeeplesIt is on days like these, that I am freer than a bluejay, who soars ever so high; to and fro, up and above, and yet, always gliding back down to rest its wings, as it nests in the trees, a home of loose twigs, and fell leaves. It is on the nights that follow, that I may see my reflection in the full of the moon, whilst weaving my own reality, from this golden loom, as it becomes my destiny. It is on the mornings after, that I slowly crawl out of bed, and take flight yet again. Soaring through life, and all it has to offer, until it nears the end. As I remember a time, long ago... where I would sit upon my very own nest, to rest my wings before I took flight once more, and to find my way to the very end of this golden loom. Though, now I am in a tangle, as I twist and turn and fight. It seems inevitable, this lonely life. As depression is a bird with shattered wings, a broken bluejay. But it is worth the fight, to endure a life you so wish to live, alongside friends, and family. In reality, there is no such regret; aside from that fact that I, too, wish that I had truly become... a bluejay. © 2015 Brian M. PeeplesReviews
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7 Reviews Added on October 26, 2015 Last Updated on October 26, 2015 Author![]() Brian 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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