I have a blue bird, we are tight
Invincible, it has never seen light
Frozen but sweaty and tongue-tied,
Under the big and bright spotlight
I’m thinking it would only be right
To stand up, conquer, relinquish, fight
And release the blue bird, let it take flight.
This blue bird I have always known
Have only grown
And then came the phoenix
He is a swift fellow
We have been friends, you know
On a daily he would come to my window
Consistent, comforting, beguiling,
We just have this thing.
The phoenix met the bluebird one fine day
On a stage that is not a stage,
At the beginning of spring come what may
A day reserved for the sage.
He saw my hands tremble, heck so did everybody!
When our eyes met, I lost all control.
That night on the window, blanketed with melancholy,
Caused by the blue bird who won’t go away;
He soothed my soul.
“What are you afraid of?” He asked.
The mystery of the blue bird he was attempting to unmask.
“Is it because you don’t want to be judged?”
The phoenix swept his way into the depth of my fear.
Seeking to understand, the blue blrd that was trapped inside.
Phoenix: What do you fear, siren? Is it of being judged?
Siren: Yes and of making a mistake and failing miserably. Fear of looking stupid.
Phoenix: Why do you fear looking stupid? Are you afraid of people not seeing the real you inside, who you truly are and what you can be?
Siren: Because I am not. I don’t quite understand this fear, my dear phoenix.
Phoenix: Do you need everyone to see that? Want is different from need. Do you need?
Siren: No I don’t.
Phoenix: Who would you need to see that then?
Siren: I want certain people to see.
Phoenix: These certain people, who are they?
Siren: Apparently you’re one of them.
Phoenix: Haha. It’s an honour to be :) These certain people, do you think they already see it?
Siren: Sometimes when people don’t show you how you would show, you worry it’s not there.
Phoenix: That’s us expecting others to act and behave like us. Which is kind of like expecting every guy to have the same exact penis.
These certain people, do you think they see it – who you truly are and what you can be?
Siren: Haha. Good analogy. Gotcha! I guess they do, don’t they? Except my dad. I have daddy issues.
Phoenix: If they really don’t, they wouldn’t be worthy of belonging to the certain people category usually.
Siren: I guess not.
Phoenix: It could be two possibilities with your dad. The first is he sees it, but he suck big time in expressing it due to ego, pride or he just doesn’t know how. The second is that he doesn’t see it, even though he is your dad. He never saw you as being good enough in his eyes or his own standards. This is unlikely, but it happens.
Siren: I think it’s more of the inability to express and a matter of ego. The down fall of men.
Phoenix: The thing is, either or, it is an issue he has. Not you.
Siren: He told me he is proud of me once. On my FB wall.
Phoenix: So when you say Daddy issues, it’s actually Daddy has issues, and I’m affected by it. He is the one who needs help and encouragement, not you.
Siren: Poor daddy, has issues. :)
Phoenix: Men always do. Have issues. :)
Siren: That they do, wise phoenix. We all do.
He didn’t stop there,
And I continued to bare
A ray of light emerged
Where it was once dark despair;
I felt healed.
Right here in the lair.
And then just like magic, the blue bird took flight!
Comfortable, at ease under the rain of lights,
It was genuine, the siren’s smile.
Was quite a wait, but worth the while.
The phoenix did it, freed the blue bird,
Released from the darkness, or so I heard.
“You know, they say that true love is a bird called swallow.”