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Writer's pictureTim Huber

Dirty Bird

I want to fly away

leave the ground behind

the ground is made of dirt

it’s stained the bird inside


Dirty bird—vulture

I pick at flesh and bone

the corpse that I ravage

is the one I once called home


But vultures have wings

still they’re free in flight

I’ll fly away from you

from all I have in life


I’d rather be free and dirty

than kept in a silver cage

I’d rather leave this earth

than pretend that I’m okay


When you see me drift

on dirt-stained feather

know that I’ll be fine

one day I’ll be better


 

If it's not clear, this poem is about searching for a sort of freedom, more specifically, freedom from a feeling, judgement, and self-reflection. But it's also about finding healing through acceptance. When we feel different, "dirtier," than everyone else, it can be hard to deal with. Sometimes we just want to "fly away," and sometimes we try to change ourselves to match the people and emotions around us. But I think it's important to recognize the feelings we have and admit them, be "free and dirty" instead of "kept in a silver cage." Because either way we're dirty birds, the latter is just surrounded in a prettier prison. Flying away from our corpse, as well as the dirt, we can move on toward the free air. In a way, becoming a vulture is a good thing. We have to realize we're dirty before we can heal.

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