Little birdie

A little bird with wings so bright, Pondered her fate, day and night. Stay or fly, a choice to make, Will hope remain, or heartache partake? What's lost is lost, she couldn't define, Yet waiting whispers, "It may re-align." But fear grips tight, a constant guest, Fear of letting go, fear of holding best. If she releases, will she lose her way? Or holding on, will shadows haunt each day? A piece of her heart, she left behind, Will memories return, or forever unwind? The wind whispers secrets, as she stands tall, "Change your skies, and maybe you'll find your call." But will flying away bring newfound peace? Or will the same doubts, her soul release? The little bird's heart, a battleground, Where hope and fear, in endless rounds.