The Bird

The Bird

The bird wasn't born special
In fact as an egg the bird fell from a tree and cracked
This would become pivotal later in the bird's life

When the bird tried to fly for the first time it realized it had a broken wing
Still the bird was ravenous, determined, and ambitious to one day fly away
The bird only let certain birds assist him but was to stubborn to let them help for long

The other birds admire his tenacity to learn how to fly
But they turn their beaks in disgust at his pride and arrogance
At this point the bird can only glide but he won't stop until he learns how to fly with a broken wing

This poem came to me in dream. Tell what you think.