This may not be poetry, but I have felt the great need to share my work here guys. I wrote this for our philosophy performance task and I think that this should also be shared with a wider audience. Hope you enjoy reading!
On a darkly eerie night as the skies cursed thunders and cried its harsh and heavy rains, a bird was cast out and deliberately put inside a golden cage. That cage may look alluringly regal, but a lot of them may be scared, displeased, and dissatisfied as it will cost their freedom to fly. For how can it spread its breathtaking priceless wings and flap like without care if it has already held on to something deceiving that will finally make it blind, worse leave it to die?
Starry night in a foretold dream, she rose forth in steady steps on a steep hill. Her struggles in reaching her running breaths seem to be ironically teasing her forcedly composed now calloused bare running feet. The heavy rains did not help in her drenched white dress and soaked silky hair as she was now brought on the ground by her weakening knees. She sighed and let her painful tears fall and be embraced by the droplets that make it invisible to the naked eye. It was her first in many years that she let herself be drowned in that spectacular yet comforting whispers of the thunderous skies and strong wind barely hearing her voice as she continuously shouted curses for the world.
Weakness. Truth be told that she never associated herself with those she deemed useless emotions of pain and even fear, for she preferred herself to be distant and deaf of the cruel series of battling to a life full of mischief. Tears were once foreign no matter how horrid the world showed her image like for she would raise her chin and give off that sly smile. Even her style of outrageous clothing, she believed, showcased her charisma and power through every ounce of authority she could grasp. Distancing oneself from those painful remarks and scandals, she deemed ought to be without difficulty and right as she believed that it showed strength, opposite to weakness that she dreadfully loathed herself to be accustomed.
Foolishness. As a child, she always heard the statement that even the strongest and invincible armor could get rusty and lose its purpose, but she would shrug it off and laugh as if it was the most absurd idea of all time. Growing up, she would categorize herself to be peculiar and extraordinary, which she did not even let herself be made known to the term of friendship or even companionship. She only cared about polishing her seamless armor and show how strong of a warrior she is. She would scoff, glare her eyes, and even anathematize those persons who tried to reach out to her, for she always knew that she was perfect without them and even impeccable alone.
Blindness. No matter how ideal her perspective of the world was, the once-forgotten vituperation and mishandle of the reprobate members of society chose to haunt her back and forced her to be greedy for survival once again. She never knew she became an empty can, whose feelings were being contained inside those brick of walls that she insisted on building herself. It was an act of blindness she realized, that despite all of her hidden wounds, she chose to expel her person out away from the eyes and the offered embrace of unconditional love from her family. Little did she know, it was the very first thing she needed the most.
Realization. She never knew that the thunderous shouts of the skies would trigger the search for the love she once rejected and deprived herself of. She always thought that distancing herself and flexing the world of her seamless armored self would make her captivating with power and without pain. She just realized too late that all of the years she let herself be like this, she lost two of the greatest gifts and privileges life could give a person of, emotions, and even love as it were the most invincible foundations of a well-built armor. After wiping her tears with the back of her palms, she learned that to cry was not a display of weakness, but as a declaration that she has struggled to be strong for too long. She stood up and became unfazed of the skies' continuous uproar.
Her labored breathing was her only companion as she continued to walk until she arrived at the golden cage where a captured bird was once trapped. She tilted her head as a smile soon was formed by her lips; she was reminded of herself by what she has just witnessed, soon it was intensified when she noticed that the cage was not locked. It was as if the bird was stupefied by its captors, or maybe it was just simply given the choice to remain trapped and struggle to experience the profound freedom afterward. She realized that everything depends on her choice; will she remain trapped in an empty can or be unleased and allow the joy of being freed inside her heart?
Finally, she bent down and opened the cage to let the bird have its freedom, awestricken by how it has spread its wings and even gave her a stare of unfeigned gratitude. She sighed in relief for the bird was not injured or have its parts brutally amputated as it gracefully flew against the mighty winds and the familiar howling of the skies. It was a matter of time that she thought she had stayed in that eerie night long enough. Suddenly, she woke up her face wet with tears, but valid in understanding that what she has gone through was more than having an illusion, it was truly an enlightenment, a hope for the betterment of herself.
For because of the starry night in her own foretold dream, that she was actually me, making me realize what I had intended to do and it is in life from this self-inflicted pain I ought to be free.
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A Piece in My Heart
شِعر"A heart that contains feelings that are left unsaid so it took a pen to cry it all out"
