Looking Up

-There is this thing up
In the deep, of the sky
Persistently it passes by -
Optimists claim
Forever it shall return...
But I, I wonder; How long can it continue to burn?

When I was so very young
Not a true worry, did I know
For of nowhere did I have need to go -
Then came along Maturity
Leaving me discontent anywhere to stay...
And always wanting, for a far better way.

The burning in my soul
Took my youth, yet keeps coming back
Trying to enlighten the trust I so lack -
Dispair attempts to snuff it all out
While I hope to be strong...
And Truth come to discover...before I am entirely gone.

There- way up there- is a bird in the sky
Freely flying, so very high
Does he look up at the sun, Does he wonder if it will ever be done -
Or does he simply reach out in faith to touch the heat
Understanding one must risk the burn...
If one wants to feel life's eternal heart beat?

poem by Smoky Hoss
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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