Hummingbird ring

I still

the day we saved that hummingbird.

He fell from the ledge

without knowing how to fly.

His brother didn’t survive

His mother never came back.

We fed him with a syringe,

wrapped him in a box.

He lived with us

until we were no longer needed.

That’s when I understood

what it means to love

without expecting anything in return.

He never thanked us.

His voice was tuned to another frequency.

But I believe he tried—

every afternoon, he came back.

He drank nectar from our flowers

and fluttered around us.

When I him,

something inside me withers.

Because sometimes,

a single act of kindness

is enough

to start healing a wound.

When the world weighs on me,

I that one day

we did something that mattered.

If you ask me why

I wear this hummingbird ring,

that’s why.

I never want to forget.

I hope to find

someone like my mother that day,

someone who sees me

and tells me

it’s still worth going on.

I want to find my way home.

Not lose my faith.

To love again,

to say something beautiful,

to give the world a smile—

even if it doesn’t smile back at me.

Even if I can’t see my friends anymore.

Even if the ground feels heavy under my feet.

Even if I run out of reasons.

Even if I have no strength to go on.

I want to believe there is someone

that needs me.

I want to believe it’s worth being good.

I want to believe that all my dreams

can come true.

I want to believe that maybe suffering

carries a lesson.

I want to believe I will die with a smile.

I want to believe there’s no use

in holding back

the “I love you”s I turned into stone.

Give me strength.

Give me a reason to go on.

Give me wings.

Give me a wind worth chasing.

And if I ever fall to the ground,

remind me why I fell.

Cover me.

Hold me.

Remind me

where I’m meant to go.

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