I kept myself within four walls
So tall, ends are unable to be seen.
Through the open ceiling
I saw birds flying.
At night I saw a shooting star.
I wished for wings to fly
like those birds in the sky.
The star reply,
"I can't give you things which you already have"
I gave a glance on my back and saw my wings.
As white as pearl, as soft as silk.
"They were there all along?", I thought,
"But why can't I open them?"
Then I felt the chains.
The chains of insecurities with locks of fear.
These were the ones to chain me from my flight
While all this time,the maker is my mystical mind.
Now that I saw it I will break it.
It will take time.
If I say it's easy, I lie.
One day I will join others and fly
really, really high.
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PoetryHey guys! I hope you all are doing good. This diary contain poems written by me . As a teenager my mood keeps changing so there is no specific style of writing. I have just start my journey of writing and it would be very helpful if any of you woul...
