To the Day When I Want to Run Away

Let Me Fly

 I wonder If I knew,

that the sky isn't blue.

At least from the place I see,

this darker sky is rising fire in me.

Stop before it's late,

erase my memories of pain.

I am trying hard not to hate,

but I am reaching my limits day by day.

We can be different,

the outcomes can change.

That will make us swallow our rage,

and be healthier as we age.

Let me hold your hand,

and please return my wings.

Let my love not die,

and tears that flow will dry.

                                     -Bhoomika Mehta