The Bluebird

A Story by clns123

This is a moment in my life I will never forget; the promise of freedom.

I cried today.

Not something I'm particularly proud of - nor something of which I am ashamed.

I leaned on the fence in my backyard, and let the tears run down my face freely, as I whispered to God.

I don't want money.

I don't want the best job.

I don't want the biggest house, or the nicest car.

All I want is to be able to lay my head down at night and smile.

To be happy.

To anticipate the morning.

I felt the wind brush against my wet cheeks, as the sky darkened, the thick grey clouds overcoming the pale blue.

A bluebird flew past me - it landed a few feet away, and just sat there and observed.

I wiped my hair from my face and grinned. Father always told me bluebirds were a sign of happiness.

Thank you, I told God.

I know I'll be okay.

Maybe not today.

Maybe not tomorrow.

But someday.

© 2013 clns123

Author's Note

Sorry if this seems kind of cheesy! Hope you liked it - tell me what you thought!

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Emmy

Not cheesy at all! That's a beautiful poem! My mother once told me about a lady, she lost her husband, father, and son in the same week. She was giving up on god, then she saw a butterfly. Ever since then she's seen a butterfly anytime she's been upset. Isn't that amazing? I decided on my sign being a bluebird! I realize it's up to god, not me, but I ask god for a bluebird anytime I'm down, and most of the time I see one.