That Place

I've been to a place. I've been to a place where the birds aren't afraid. Where the thought of what my cruel fate has become conquers me at last. As I sat on that stone bench, the commonbird landed in front of me, still as a tree, and stared me in the eyes. It was as if it felt my very pain and were there to comfort me and steal the hurt from me. Not even a wave of my hand phased him. 'Twas as if he and I were bonded by our very souls at the moment and all I could do was show him my dissolution and devastation. It was minutes before he finally flew off. But not before he showed me something in my own heart. The will of a warrior. And so I will fight on for what I believe in and for whom I love most. And I thank that commonbird for what his eyes showed me, for even in commonness there is greatness.