Sky!

A man once placed a bird in my hands, Saying, “You might save a life.” With a heart full of hope, And a will to do good, I gently took it in. The moment I held that fragile form, It no longer felt like a bird But a bond, A life entrusted to me. I named it Sky, A name that whispered freedom, That spoke of soaring heights. I asked, I learned, I did everything I could. Food, warmth, care, Prayers whispered like lullabies, Under sleepless stars. All I wanted was to see it fly, To see it live like it was meant to, Free and fearless. But as dawn approached, So did the truth. Fate had a different plan. Sky took its last breath, Cradled in its so called "home" A silent goodbye. In that moment, I broke Not just in grief, But in understanding. Responsibility is heavy When a life depends on you. And sometimes, Even love isn't enough To change what’s written. Still, I hope Hope that in another life, Sky will fly Higher than ever before. Stronger. Bri...