A Rare Bird

The world we find ourselves in isn’t perfect,
Yet, some will throw it all in to make this cage their home,
And lovingly so,
Perched on that shoulder is a rare bird,
The Gods have named her contentment,
She’s not easy to come by,
And will seldom express an urge to fly,
When rapturous laughter will fill the air,
All she’ll manage is a benign smile,
In a crowd her eyes will be strained from meeting other eyes
And yet, a silent toast will be raised in her honour,
By those who are running still,
They understand the price they have paid,
Chasing after long cherished dreams,
The cage they broke out of,
Only to be homeless in the wilderness...
Sometimes we have to be brave,
Not always,
But sometimes the need to stay must override the need to run,
To feel the ground beneath and be content.