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Sunday, April 12, 2015

I Will Get You Wings

“Sometimes, we find comfort in summarizing things that are not so good about us. Somethings that you find not so charming and you’re not so proud of, you often hide. But there comes a damn time when you find somebody whom you assume will understand as they possess matching wavelengths and you begin to bare your soul to them. You remove every layer of fake expressions that you wear to protect yourself from getting exposed like you’ve been hiding your real identity. Like you’ve recognized another soul you’d like to cling to and you can bleed as long as you want. How fragile we are, in search of a soul to cling to. We’re never tired of asking, it only seems enough when you lose what you had. We kind of build this vicious circle around us that has center everywhere but we have got no idea of its circumference. How we need some soul to make us feel –things are fine, good is destined to happen. How existence of another soul gives you courage to continue being a decaying organic matter and not give up. How everything else becomes secondary and we find courage again to dream and pursue it. How you’re not scared of heartbreak again. How you begin to heal and how you reflect light and energy. How you get immune to physical pain. But falling is so universal, we can’t live without it. We fall, bleed, have scars, hide ‘em, stumble as if nothing happened, stand again and continue –that’s how we live. Falling is flying for a while –get your wings and fly. Fall and bleed, live!”
























Say something, you’re not alone;
honey, I know the scars you hide,
aches and scares you to the core;
tell me how bad it feels inside.

The lost desire of existence;
those failed attempts of departure,
makes you feel numb and;
I understand the agony and torture.

Believe, I will get you wings;
and one day you will fly,
let go of what pulls you down;
honey, you’re gonna own the sky.

Faded memories that stab you;
God, it makes you paralyze,
all the decisions that you regret;
you thought but weren’t wise.

You see the dark clouds;
yes you have to fly above,
there belongs your sky;
your pleasure and love.

Promise, I will get you wings;
and one day you will fly,
shed of the weight of sorrow;
honey, you’re gonna own the sky.

© Shreya ♥

P.S. My creation, please do not copy | Copyright © Protected | Image: Google

P.P.S. Work Of Fiction!

8 comments:

  1. Nice one Shreya, How do we heal, how we step out of the drudgery and make our days and time count is a very important question to answer and a lovely emotion to touch. So nice to see you have made a nice poem out of it :)..

    Cheers.
    V

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  2. How do we know we are alive if we don't feel? Be it pain or ecstasy, that's all we know there is to feel alive. I really liked what you've written. And I think I'm gonna be here often now 😊
    Cheers,
    Tanvi

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    1. Very true, we feel 'cause we're alive. Thanks for stopping by. :)

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  3. Most people judge their own success or failure based on the perception they think others have of them.....that's where the problem begins..the 'social decepts' thus make loyalists and followers out of them....ironically the 'victimized' never realize that they have lived their entire life under someone else's 'social slavery'.....the real truth is failure/success are all subjective....people in distress need a shoulder to cry on..in their distress,they forget that there's never any free lunch in the world...and if it's free,it's not lunch....and the social games go on.....(end of my stupid philo...:).......this post made me drift that way.)

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    1. I understand, distressed soul need a shoulder to cry on an a soul to cling to. Like your philo.. :)

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  4. Saya dari indonesia.. salam kenal yah.. semoga sukses.:)

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    1. Thank you. I have to translate from Indonesian to English. I do not understand Indonesian. Glad to receive your comment. :)

      Google Translation: Terima kasih. Saya harus menerjemahkan dari bahasa Indonesia ke bahasa Inggris . Saya tidak mengerti bahasa Indonesia . Senang menerima komentar Anda . :)

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