The Hum

I hum to the day that I can hold myself up,

Lifted above the ground.

Finding something to keep my head up,

Hoping that something is found.

I hum to the day that I can fly clearly,

Buzzing through the sky.

Spreading out my wings sincerely,

Feeling my emotions fly.

I hum to the day that I start looking ahead,

Because the sun is peeking through.

Tired of always being misled,

By my own clouds of blue.

I hum to the day that I can see my impression,

On the lives within my view.

Like the beautiful flowers of expression,

And the fruits that I once grew.

I hum to the day that I notice my own grace,

And my unique predisposition.

My colorful feathers and my specific race,

Are aspects of my composition.

I hum to the day that my heart beats fast,

Just as my wings do.

Hoping each moment is not the last,

Feelings of déjà vu.

I hum to the day that I am content,

Perched on top of a tree.

Remembering all of the places I went,

Believing that I am free.

I hum to the day that I never stop humming,

Even on the days I cannot fly.

Because that is the day that I am becoming,

Someone much better than I.

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