"The Tale of the Bird That Never Falls"
'A story about flight as a curse, not freedom.'
It was not my dream to fly.
And the sky was not a promise to me.
I did not choose my wings, nor was I allowed to choose my shadow.
They created me without legs,
and sent me to the heights with no ground to return to,
not even the possibility of a fall to end this continuous ascent.
They say: the bird returns...
And I thought I was a bird,
But I never returned,
And I did not know where I was supposed to return to.
For all directions flee,
And the sky repeats itself,
And the winds change as human disappointments change.
I am the bird that does not know how to land,
not because I am above the world,
but because I have no way of touching it.
The wind is my home,
but it does not know my name.
It takes me, spins me around,
then leaves me hanging in the middle of nothingness.
And whenever I want to descend,
my cruel nature reminds me:
"You have no legs.
You were created this way.
You will never touch the ground,
you will never build a nest,
you will never be buried."
I fly not because I want to,
but because if I stop... I am finished.
No one notices that some flying is not freedom,
but a sentence.
That some heights do not touch greatness,
but loneliness.
And that some creations do not carry promise,
but a smooth punishment...
No trace, no blood, no fall.
About the Creator
LUCCIAN LAYTH
L.LUCCIAN is a writer, poet and philosopher who delves into the unseen. He produces metaphysical contemplation that delineates the line between thinking and living. Inever write to tellsomethingaboutlife,but silences aremyway ofhearing it.
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