Woosssss......
What day is it on the calendar?
Everyday, heart expectant like I was a lender.
Eagerly waiting, but my heart isn't gonna go tender.
Oouch the bird can't fly I think its lost a feather.Days of holding back,
Never ready to mend the crack.
Now lost in the track,
Seems like my program has surely been hacked.Yes I know I did years ago,
But the memories are still fresh they just refuse to go.
How I love to set sail.
But seems my feathers are tied down with a long rigid coil.Is it possible to fly again?
Would I ever fly again?
Yea, used to be a thief,
But I've stopped didn't I?
Why still robbed of my peace?
Seems like this bird has really lost some feathers.A playboy I once was,
oh what catastrophic fun I had.
But now I've stopped didn't I?
Why then is fate playing me?Move on they say, fly!!!
Spread your wings and forget the past.
But the memories and guilt just won't go.
Seems my feathers are pinned to my tragedy.Fly oh eagle, fly!! They say.
But this eagle is no bolder than a young chic newly from the hatch.
I'm scared that at my very first flight, my wings might not meet the strange demands of the wind.Oh maybe I belong to the ground,
I have no place amongst the people of the sky.
Hunted by guilt and fear,
The eagle has lost its pride.Then the word came.
Though I have smitten you, I shall yet again grant you strength.
Though I have crushed you,
You shall once again become a tower.What I need from you is a broken heart;
Not a broken confidence.Oh young eaglet, allow me take off this rigid strand of guilt round you,
Then you will soar above the skies,
And once again reclaim your home amongst the stars.Yes yes it is possible;
The strength of yaweh shall uplift you.
And shall train your wings to fly
And your spirit, in the ways of flight.Yes it is possible to fly again.
I am Mins.Nsparck 🔥🔥🔥
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The Bird That Refuses To Fly.
PoetryA poem dedicated to all those that feel like giving up on life a poem to strengthen the weak.