Yesterday a creature of aesthetic sight
The quintessence of heaven’s vigor and might
But the promises of yore are lost and broken
A voice left unheard, and an angel took her flight
Innocence bequeathed her a flightless fate
Weeping in silence, spirit in riven state
Now misery clouds this once comely nymph
Bliss for a fallen angel will have to wait
A young girl at ten, brimming with childish dreams
Undaunted of what lies ahead, what life has to offer
She catches every raindrop with happy screams
Amazed of what the future promises or so it seems
A teener she has become, she glows with beauty
Boys adore the innocence of youth that she brings
Heaven’s blessings, every raindrop she recounts fondly
She dances, she sings, she laughs, she’s dreamy
She’s 21, she stands tall, to others she’s a beacon
Strong-willed, aspiring, she conquers the world
As raindrops touch her face, she smiles back to heaven
Chuffed she is, grateful about life for the right reason
Seven years have passed, she gushes with affection
Yet she loses her heart and lost it all to one
Now she makes a rain of her own, she sees her reflection
Not of a child’s nor a teener’s, but a face of her imperfection
She wanders around to find her heart that she once lost
But she loses her way, she felt helpless, desperate
Heaven’s teardrops are what she sees now, that’s the cost
Every drop stings her flesh, she stood guard, turns her frost
She stands once again, to the crowd she’s now cold
Once a promise, these beads of tears from the sky pierce her soul
She finds shelter in the shadow of her grief, they thought it’s bold
They know not she’s wounded, this once dauntless girl in a story told
When you’re left unheard
Silence gets you scared
When you lose your way
You lose a chance when you delay
When you’re forbidden to speak
Words you cannot even seek
When you’re feeling choked
No use of being stoked
When you’re being passive
You can be branded naive
When you’re always there
You’re pushed away further
When you’re hurting
No one would be noticing
When you’re feeling the rage
Then you’re not sage
When you’re taking your last breath
Some move away in stealth
When you speak your mind
By yourself, alone you’ll find
When you try to heed
A lot of emotions to feed
When you’ve finally taken courage
Some react in rampage
When you’re misunderstood
Nobody would find any good
If my hands weren’t tied
I could hold tight
If my eyes weren’t covered
I could see light
If my wings weren’t clipped
I could have been free
If my mouth weren’t gagged
I could have given my plea
If my options weren’t limited
I could have had a choice
If I were given the chance to be heard
I could have let him hear my voice
If my opinions were valued
I could have given more
If my thoughts were worth it
I could more than just adore
If I were to speak
I could make him understand
If I were to act
I could make it grand
If I were to show how I feel
I could make him fall at awe
If I were to care
I could create without a flaw
If I were to love
I could’ve moved mountains
If I were only understood
I could’ve grown gardens
But I do love him
How could I let him know?
Every tear he’s worth it all
Don’t care I’ve fallen woe
If he’d only let me do all these
Not even a dragon could stop me
Its rage doesn’t scare at all
I’m unafraid to no degree
Ever had questions to yourself left unanswered?
That feeling of being choked, the need to say something?
When you’re about to speak, your voice breaks, you quaver?
And when you do, you find no one’s around listening?
These questions to myself I thought about long and hard;
No one to seek answers to but myself abound;
I’m dealt in a blindfold, no choice but this losing card;
Mercilessly, ruthlessly, or so it may sound.
If I had control, would it have been wise?
If I had been wise, would I have stood guard?
If I had stood guard, wouldn’t it suffice?
If it had sufficed, would I not be marred?
If I weren’t marred, would I be this strong?
If I were strong, should I not let me cry?
If I let me cry, what have I done wrong?
If I were wrong, wasn’t it worth a try?
If I didn’t try, would I’ve been happy?
If I’d been happy, would I know sorrow?
If I knew sorrow, would I clearly see?
If I see clearly, wouldn’t I follow?
If I follow, would I know now it’s love?
If I love, should I not allow regrets?
If I regret, wouldn’t I’ve failed, kind of?
If I’d failed, would I know what love begets?
Beautiful love, what does it beget?
Is it pain and sorrow, or breath and life?
Painful memories, should I forget?
And come march in a band playing a fife?
These I bring to bed every time I sleep;
Here remains a question to myself, must be true to:
“Was he worth it all every time I weep?”
Ahh… this is a question I have the right answers to.
Fell in love, heart torn into pieces
Learnt to forget all bad memories
Became guarded, too emotionless
Mouth muted, even became speechless
But came a li’l bird unexpected
Unafraid, dauntless, and kind-hearted
Flying above, watching me love I buried
Eyes filled with warmth, I see him avid
It sees through my eyes a sadness that’s aging
It speaks to me about hope and forgiving
“Be not afraid, love again, stop pretending
Spread your wings, fly high with me unfaltering”
I rose, wobbled, I’m learning to walk
Flapped my wings, I’m beginning to talk
I quavered, trembled, “please be my rock?”
Reached for my wing, “you don’t have to knock”
A nightingale, it is, just like me
Poetry and rhymes, we sing freely
A reflection of me, to love’s easy
Delicate and fragile, he is me
But thousands of miles, he has travelled
Mountains and oceans, he’s exhausted
Could carry on no longer, he pointed
He flew away, I was dumbfounded
He’s gone just like that, and I don’t know why
Slumped on the ground, not even a goodbye
This familiar feeling, the end draws nigh
I gazed blankly to the sky, I did cry
My nightingale is gone whom I just met
Should I whimper? Should I wail? Should I fret?
What are these tears for? Do I love him yet?
I think I do, this I would never regret
Along came a silhouette, graceful and beautiful
With radiant glow, it turns into a man sturdy and strong
With his brawny arms, he carries me carefully
“Rest your head on my shoulder”, he softly whispers
Wrapping my arms around him, I’ll never let go
A beautiful stranger appears before me, who is he?
With wings as white as the clouds in the sky, wears he
We lifted up high above, everything is a thing of beauty
I’m afloat, flying, gracing in the air, to heaven we go
Holding me tight, his arms around me with godly strength
He brings me closer to him, “Don’t be afraid” he whispers
We descend, in the flower fields he lays me down with care
He takes my hand, “Dance with me”, he strides, he cares
I melt in his words, swept me off my feet, did he
Swaying here and there, a sudden gust of wind whispering
And I wonder, could this be true? He’s too beautiful!
Believe. It is real. But shouldn’t forget to keep my strength
For one day, this beautiful stranger might just come and go
His eyes, brown and deep, all fear I know is gone
Falling into the deep abyss again, I don’t care
For he’s with me now, his presence keeps me strong
“My darling, look forward, look beyond”, says he
Touches my face, “You are a marvel of a true woman’s beauty”
“Like a little boy’s marbles that you so treasure?” I whisper
“Indeed, like the ones I’ll keep forever”, back to me he whispers
Just as I was about to reach for him, he flies away, there he goes
If he’s gone forever, how can I see life’s beauty?
If I follow and fall, if I fumble and stumble, would he care?
No goodbyes, no closure, no farewell, how could he?
Would I live? Would I love again? Would I be strong?
Do not fret, keep yourself with faith, hope and strength
“Do more, give more, love more”, to myself I whisper
Keep singing, keep dancing, keep living, give it all for him
Scared, scarred, exhausted he is, why away he goes
Mend him, heal him, cure a heart, don’t stop caring
This is what makes this stranger more than beautiful
With all my strength, will hold tight, never will I let go
To him, I whisper in the clouds, “I’ll never stop caring”
Nothing in this world could describe a stranger this beautiful
Clinging on the edge of hope, she once had
Hanging by a thread, she’s almost gone mad
Reaching out for a hand, she must be saved
Inside she bleeds for all her heart she gave
Smiles but cries, laughs in pain
Time has told, all in vain
If she could turn back time around
Never would she be on the ground
Empty soul, broken dreams, she lays waiting…
Chimes of songs to her he brings with grace
Humming lullabies she floats in space
Ardent eyes this knight is armed
Rescues her, her life is charmed
Like a rose blooming in a desert
Enticing a crowd in a concert
She is wrapped in his arms, no more waiting.
Calling me tenderly while I lie awake
Harp of an angel it sounds out I can make
A calming gust of wind brushes my face
Rustles of leaves that last ’til summer days
Lulling me to sleep, oh I’d stay like this
Echoing everywhere, no one would miss
Songs of hope, faith and love
Just flying like a dove
Beyond grasp ’tis, this voice from afar
Ever will I reach a shooting star?
I ponder, I wonder, but I wander
Longing for his touch, he’s out there.
You know you. Read the lines, I dare.
As I watch a distant glowing glare
Beyond the horizon I wonder
Out he emerges with flawless flair
Slowly, gently takes me there yonder
He holds me close, never letting go
Out in the flower fields, we frolic
Yearning that time passes by so slow
Leave the past, be not melancholic
He touches my face, so soft says he
His warmth runs down my spine, I shiver
Brushing his hands with mine, so let be
Trickling down, I drown in his river
Voice as sweet as a soft lullaby
Like a baby, asleep did I fall
Soothing melody fluttering by
Fly free says he, like an angel’s call
As I lay down, I open my eyes
Only a dream it was for a day
‘Cause between us are thousands of miles
Why’d he have to be so far away?
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