Winter has come Early this year,
the sky is cloudy,
The view is Grey,
And Oh it's raining today ...
And it's gonna keep raining according to my heart's weather...
The funny thing is, it's about yesterday that the summer filled my heart... I was a special butterfly living inside my heart.. All sunshine and rainbows
Holding the stars in my head as shiny thoughts
The sun is my friend
The moon is my lover ...
And I thought I belonged!
Little I knew back then!
I thought the summer was real!
my heart believed and my mind was all the time deceived.
It was all wrong!
Now the butterfly wings are broken ,
She is sad and aching...
The dreams are taken
The purpose is shattered
The hope is lost
the future is not promising
the spirit's lumination is deemed
the mind's peace is stealed
the hearts warmth is cooled
the body is heavy holding scars and wounds
eyes are cloudy
cheeks are rivers
hands and feet are trembling, fearing what's coming?
will this moment ever be forgotten?
how i ended as a victim to the demons born in my head?
how my life ended up a grave yard for ghosts i keep holding as memories?
what did i do wrong, along the way?
how i ended up a soulless body
a dry garden
a naked tree and a dead flower
the despair is all over!
and respair is fighting its way back
the only thing i see is the candle stealing light from the sun and the moon
trying to keep me alive, because the breathing is still happening
It's pouring now!
The umbrella is opened
today! it's gonna keep raining according to my heart's weather.
Hello again friends, I hope you all are doing well. As promised I am going to keep sharing my poems that are inspired from my real life's events. I hope they'll inspire you and bring some calmness , warmth and understanding that no matter what's happening in your life we are all in this together. Thank you all for being here. It means the world to me. you are precious too? take care of yourself .
please don't forget to write down your thoughts and suggestion, love you, bye !
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My Liberation Poems
PoesíaThis is the kind of poems you all want to read, A story of a little girl, a teenage, a young lady and a woman; Aspiring to be liberated from an inherited mind ; A mind full of stories and patterns that the brain refuses to swallow; ***** This is t...