Little Bird

Little bird sitting in puddles, covered with mud. You know you were made to fly. Yet the sky seems far overhead and the effort to get there so hard. But birds don’t belong in puddles. Mud does not belong on wings made to fly and a heart that longs to soar. 

Do not look at where you are. Look rather at the cry within your heart to be free – to fly – to rise above the dirt in which you live. Do not believe the lies. Do not look at who you are. Look rather to the dream that still stirs in your heart. 

So rise. Yes, shake the dirt from your wings and rise. The wind will lift you and carry you above where you have been. The weight of water will fall from your wings. The dirt will slip away as you simply be who you are, and fly.