I scream into the void,
I guess I do that a little too often.
But I still scream,
Just like I have a million times:
"BREAK ME. SEE IF YOU CAN DO IT."
I taunt.
I laugh, and continue, "I answer to no man or god, and both have tried to break me. I cannot be broken for long."
And I feel heat.
Fire seizing my feet,
My legs,
My torso and arms,
Engulfing my eyes.
I am burnt to ash,
Burnt to nothing,
Just an ember shimmering and glimmering
In nothingness.
But there is no song sweeter
To bring forth life again,
Than that of a bluebird's.
And as the soft sound of chirping
Fills the nothingness with a bed of grass,
And a tree for my Bluebird to perch,
My embers still shiver and shimmer and glow.
When the light goes out within my embers,
My Bluebird dives down from his perch,
And pecks at my embers curiously.
"Give her time," Whispers the wind,
The rustling of leaves in the trees,
The soft caress of the grass.
My Bluebird sits and waits,
bringing the embers cupped flowers filled with sweet water,
And shiny rocks that I might've taken a liking to,
If I were not ash.
And in time,
Under the constellations that dance within his eyes,
And the galaxies that play within his heart,
Painted across the sky for the wind, the grass, and that lovely little tree,
To see,
I am pulled from golden starlight and grey ashes,
Dark soil and green grasses.
A very high chirping is heard,
And fluttering and hovering, is a Hummingbird.
And though I am still a little damp,
And still dusted with grey ash,
I float and hover towards my Bluebird,
And though I once never answered to man or god,
I am happy to flutter and fly together.
And as he, a Bluebird, and myself, a Hummingbird, flew and floated and spiraled ever higher,
The darkness of the void
Began to grow saplings and blossoming flowers.
Nothing is broken for long.