If only
I could break this jar
And release some fireflies
Into the world
To bring some warmth
To those little birds
Trapped in this
Undying blizzard
Dreading the moment
When they would hear
The echoes
Of fate’s words.
If only
I could break this jar
And release some fireflies
Into the world
To illuminate
These sinister nights.
And to show some light
To the ominous wolves
Enveloped
In this darkness.
Stumbling
In this fog.
If only
I could break this jar
And release some fireflies
Into the world
To shed light on the silver linings
And banish the dark clouds.
To make this harsh reality
A mere cruel fantasy.
To whisper the magical words
Which build a little fire
Inside every tiny bird.
And to change their cries
Into lullabies.
If only
I could break this jar
And release some fireflies
Into the world
If only
It were
Really
As easy
As that.
Just random info: Today, the 22nd of April, apart from being a Monday and the first day of my summer vacation, also happens to be my birthday. I’m thirteen years old today.
And PS: please don’t take this poem in a literal meaning. You know, with the wolves and birds…
Thinking Out Of The Blog 