Little bird

When your silver song is drowned
By the roar of anger
or a rush of accusation
Sing out, little bird
Sing out.

If the headwind is strong
and your wings are weary
Duck your head
And sing out, little one
Sing out.

The rain hits like bullets
and the gale pierces like ice.
But dig deep for strength, push on
And sing out, dear one
Sing out.

This is practically poetry...

One of my recent favorite videos... it almost made me cry.

Pain

So I've been suffering writer's block, or maybe just plain un-inspiration lately, but I finally forced myself to write something. I hear that's the best cure, or first step towards a cure, for writer's block.
The inspiration for this one comes from a lot of places, I guess. I was listening to "Move Along" by the All-American Rejects today, so that's where a lot of it comes from, and it also just comes from those times where you're trying to get over something pretty painful- in my case, it's usually some hopeless crush that I know is going to go nowhere. While it hurts when you realize that and start trying to move past it, eventually you get to a point where you can turn around and realize it was for the better. :) Oh and PS, sorry if this isn't that great. I really just wrote this poem to get my creative juices flowing, and didn't give much time to critiquing or anything.

Pain (I'm not really feeling the creativity in this title here... sorry, haha.)

The hurt
is sharp
and strong.

Don’t stop
Just move
Push along

While it’s tough
And bitter
And real

These wounds
Will prove quick
To heal.