BULLY

He was a lean kid with a mean face. He had a scar above his left eye and red eyes that boasted courage. He stood up. “Leave the kid alone,” said Billie. “A kid? He is old enough to be my grandpa”, said Glove. The kids roared and stomped their feet.

“Hush”, said Billie with a thumb in his mouth. Instantly, the class was silent. Silently, my elbow pillowed my head, and another paper plane flew into my desk. I looked around and saw a blonde girl sticking her tongue out for me.  I left the class. Hisses and jeers floated behind me. The teachers were long gone by now. The sun barely shone in the sky. I went to an old bike parked at the center of the school.

The bike was covered with a long, filthy blanket. I unveiled the bike, then buried myself with a filthy blanket. I fell asleep. Again, I woke. A fat kid named Siren poured filthy water over the blanket. With a swift movement, I stood up, shaking the drops like a wet dog. “He is a madman; he is a dirty man,” said the kids as they roared and stomped their feet. Shortly, they left. I sat alone in the dark evening, drying myself with the cold wind. My eyes fell on the sky, and my heart said. 

Day and night I dream. Evening, noon I dream. I dream with the moon to be free from earth as it's slave to the sky. I dream with my heart open and my eyes closed. In my sleep my dream is real. But in my awake my dream floats on my brain like the clouds. The earth is the dream of God therefore, I can never wake up as I fly upon His wings.

I feel lost in this world, but I know the answer is me. Not in the sun that bleeds light on earth. Not in the stars that brighten the night. Not in the idols I glorify. The answer to my broken feathers lies in no one’s hands but mine.

Let my wings fly. Let my fears die. Let my thoughts paint this page blue, for this color remains in the eternity of the days.

In a clear blue sky is where I belong. Although my heart burns with cold from the winter grass, I belong in the sky. Although my eyes swallow the sun from afar, my soul wallows in the sky where it belongs. Even though I rest my lips on the well, I belong in the sky. I belong in the sky, and it won’t be long till I return.