hope

The bird was sitting on the tree branch, their neck expanded up for food.
I watched in awe as jealousy grew in me.
I wish that was me

Their wings were so elegant and beautiful
Like a rare jewel they were a sight for sore eyes
Her sophisticated appearance would light a fire in your heart, after her mesmerizing eyes would align with yours.
I wish that was me.

I was the odd one out, my wings were tattered
my heart was beaten
my face was shredded with envy
My soul distraught and my brain filled with absurd conclusions
Oh how I wish to look as graceful as her.