Rare little Blackbird fly away …by Isaiah Scott

Rare little Blackbird fly away.
Fly towards the sky where the heavens stay.
Let your true vibrant colors rain down from your wing,
as you soar through the clouds and harmoniously sing.
But as you sing, you do not feel heard.
You feel like a lonely little blackbird.
Migrants fly by, attracted to your features,
prismatic aura, and noir plumage like an undiscovered creature.
They flock behind your colorful light, following wherever you went,
but as you continue to fly you still feel different.
“How did you get your colors”, “why do you fly so high” they asked.
As if you were never meant to be on this path.
As if you were meant to be trapped in a cage
or lost in the midst of a new age.
Ascending through the thick clouds, heaven bound,
in hope of stygian angels to be found.
Tending to wonder if you are all alone,
a great mistake, a broken bone.
Now ascending through the air, faced by a golden light.
Piercing through the clouds, making your dark feathers shine bright.
At last arriving at heaven’s gates,
where you no longer are alone,
where hope awaits.

Isaiah Scott with his artwork