Not What You Would Make of Me

You did not know what to think of me.

I was a young bird cupped in your palms. My heart beat frantically, but my wings remained folded under your fingers.

You did not know what to do with me.

I was beautiful, but not in the way you expected. I was mottled and gray and brown and dull. I was subdued, yet radiant. It struck you wrong.

You did not know what to make of me.

I was half-formed to your eyes. I required guidance and a wisdom only you could provide, so you provided for me. With your help, I wilted.

It turned out you did not see me.

One morning the grays fell away and my wings stirred. I stretched, tested the strength of your walls and found there was space. I grew.

It turned out you did not want me.

The richness of my color, my depth, my brilliance; I was unexpected. I was no longer dull or small. I found my voice and sang.

It turned out you did not hear me.

But I sang just the same. My voice rang true and shattered your expectations. I lifted myself up. I flew, free.

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  1. Wow! You’re a great writer Shawna. That made me feel an array on emotions.

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