The melancholic music plays as her thoughts lingered around the faces of those who have been so much a part of her life. The open door of the birdcage begins to occupy a larger part of her vision and she hopped towards it. The last time she was outside the cage she had forced her way open and the wind blew, the sun scorched and the many other birds pecked relentlessly at her. The blackbird returned to the comfortable cage battered and bruised. Wings broken, eyes sunken. She sat at the edge as she gathered all she needed to begin her flight. The faces around her lifted the doors of the cage that had caged her inside, alone.
There was a slight tinge of pain as she looked at the familiar faces with such a rush of affection. She walked by and saw the bearded old man on the bench with a broken guitar as he sang. His voice floated in and hit her eardrums and she stopped to take a seat. He smiled. Why are you always singing the same song Mr Pink? He raised his sunken eyes, and smiled. He continued to strum his guitar and sing.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take your broken wings and learn to fly
All your life you were only waiting for this moment to arrive
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take your sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life you wer eonly waiting for this moment to be free
Her heart broke into a smile and she sang along to the deep broken voice.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take your broken wings and learn to fly
All your life you were only waiting for this moment to arrive
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take your sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life you wer eonly waiting for this moment to be free
It is time, nearly , the ringing phones and the recent warm hugs from the dearest friends saying goodbye surrounded the atmosphere. The family that had always been there. The familiar sights, the smiling faces embraces the arms in her heart and the tug at the area between her heart, abdomen and lungs began to ache a little. It is time, nearly. All her bags are packed and she's ready, ready to go. She breathed in, a deep breath and know it'll be good.
She threw the rubbish in the green bin and looked back. Foundations built and promises of friendships, relationships that are nothing temporary. Her heart rejoices. She smiles at her everlasting companion and in His embrace picked up her backpack. Together, they walked.
Next time, her wings will not be broken and her eyes unsunken. Together they all walked, those faces around her, together they walked. Towards Him.
They will be okay. They will be good. Hand in hand they walked, with Him.
She smiles, the engine of the car starts and onward they go towards Him.
The love in her heart rose up and embraced each of them in a deep lasting embrace. Forever.
All your life you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly
Into the line of the dark black night.
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