She flutters, lost, in foreign skies
A bird without a flock, without a familiar surprise.
She's flown so far, yet feels so alone
A stranger in a strange land, without a home to call her own.
Her wings ache, her heart bleeds
For the warmth of love, the comfort of gentle deeds.
She searches the horizon, scans the open space
For a glimpse of familiarity, a friendly, welcoming face.
But all she sees is emptiness, a vast unknown
A new place, devoid of life, devoid of warmth, devoid of home.
She's a bird without a song, a soul without a voice
A fragile, fading thing, without a choice, without a choice.
Oh, for the winds of yesterday, the sun's warm rays,
To guide her through this desolate, endless maze.
But they're gone, lost in the passage of time
Leaving her to navigate this lonely, heartless clime.
Still, she'll fly, she'll soar, she'll ride the wind and rain
Though her heart is heavy, her spirit remains.
For in the darkness, there's a spark that glows
A flame that flickers, a light that slowly grows.
And maybe someday, she'll find her way back home
To the warmth of love, the comfort of her own.
Until then, she'll fly, she'll sing, she'll make her way
Through the emptiness, the loneliness, the gray.
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A/n: "A Lone Migration" is a deeply personal reflection through the journey of the lows of my life.
The migratory bird, lost and alone in foreign skies, symbolizes my own experiences of disorientation and disconnection.
As I navigate a new place, I'm reminded of the ache of loneliness that can accompany recovery. Memories of a home that never felt like my own still linger. Yet, even in alienation, I find hope. The bird continues to fly, soar, and sing - a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.
This poem is my attempt to give voice to the silence of loneliness, and to find solace in the knowledge that I am not alone.
