The aggressive wind pushes back against our delicate wings.
We can feel little shreds being ripped off.
One by one.
But we can’t stop.
We can’t slow down.
We have to keep on going.
We can’t give up now.
If we rest upon the deceiving calm waters.
Creatures underneath will take our souls and drown us into the unknown.
We cannot be slaughtered.
We cannot let our weaknesses show.
We must fly.
Fly to our paradise.
Where food will be plentiful.
And we will be blessed.
We will be away from these terrifying beasts.
In our paradise,
There will be peace.
We will find joy and happiness.
And we’ll escape from all this mess.
We will join together and meet with our families.
We will be free.
So even if the skies roar and thunder.
We will continue our journey.
We will find paradise.
We have waited for this our whole lives.
Even if we lose our wings,
We will go on.
Even if we lose our mind.
We know that paradise is not far.
We know that our ethereal bodies won’t last,
But we will not surrender.
Because the scars on our bodies will help us remember
Our struggles and our determination.
Even if the stinging sensation makes our hearts stop.
We will be strong.
We will go on.
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Blue Hearts 2k16 (My Collection of Poems And Short Stories)
PoetryThis is a collection of some poems and short stories that I've written. This was actually an assignment in class, but I thought I wanted to share it with everybody. (I'm really sorry, I'm not very good with writing poems and I can only write in repe...
