BLACKBIRD

I am this bird in a wrong place. Caught in garbage, I myself chose. I am this black bird and I am unhappy. Unhappy about the fact that I do not recognize myself. That I lost myself so that I could search for my fulfillment in what remains. I am absorbed by my fatality that I fail to notice how the light changes around me. When suddenly the shadow is above me I jumped and recognized – myself. Incapable of moving I hoped for mercy. A sound believed to have vanished a long time ago appeared in my head. The shadow looked at me and turned away. I am this blackbird and I am this shadow and today, I was born anew.