You wild bird, you little infinite!

Half-a-reflection is but the world Half-a-reflection beams within The wild bird that you are Mindless milieu or mortgaged mirror Souls behind bars of fear Half one’s voice hums lullabies The other half roars valor, unlocking genius The mind’s complex if threatens you Look for yourself, you little infinite Which only sobs a little, breathes a few Peep in! Seek in! Sneak in, it’s your own self! The parts of you aren’t alien puzzles, misplaced mismatched They are chunks of your soul There you are; You, Wild bird! If your beak is injured, feet tangled The ties of your own nest if dare trap you, The spring blossoms if choose to wither Smudge the sunset hues onto oneself Wear the prettiest night sky armor You, fierce wild bird! you little infinite! Bits of your life and whole of you There you are! Soul! If in the dark dead fists of destiny’s trap They claim your identity If voices of haphazard pitches Scream on your uneven ways, say, “You shouldn’t dare, life isn’t fair You can’t, you won’t, you aren’t You, little bird, save your feathers from stormy weather Stay in your nest I know your best it is for!” Listen, wings are for the sky to venture Feathers are to fall off For wings to learn flight, For the tiny heart to learn to dare dream, Little bird, you are wild! Wild enough to conquer, to fly, to breathe! You little infinite!