Young Bird


It is with a heavy heart that I am writing this to you.
I want to start off by saying I'm sorry,
I'm sorry for allowing misconceptions to seep into your mind,
Destroying your future.
Everything you once knew is false.
I allowed those thoughts into your mind.
After that they began to manifest.
For that I'm truly sorry.
I never allowed you the chance to experience.
I told you how life was and you took my word.
Dear child you were not nieve,
I was.
I thought I knew the way of the world,
Not based on my experience,
But based off of what other have told me.
They filled my ears with lies.
Bitter people filled with regret.
Forcing their failures and sorrows into my mind,
Into my heart.
And like a virus I passed them on to you,
My child,
My innocent child,
Forgive me.
For I have served you a great injustice.
Instead of letting you blossom I sheltered you,
Afraid of what might become of you, I hid you.
My beautiful child I have wronged you. 
You child, the light of life, have never experienced the way of the world.
It's like pushing a baby hummingbird out of its nest when it's not ready.
You must venture out and fend for yourself in a world that will always turn it's back on you. 
I have not prepared you, for that I am truly sorry my young bird.
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