One day came a strong wind and I let myself drift. I shed off my wings, feeling I no longer needed them for shift.
The wind would be my wings was the worst accord. It took me along for the rest of my life never to chord.
My dream was left in a place I would never belong.
I was captured in the strapping winds that never let me out.
Now I wonder if I carried the courage to fly against the wind that day. I had never shed off my wings to be partial that day.
I would have passed the gust with the strength of my wings. The wind would not have thrown me in rounds and rings.
I would not have suffered the thrust for the rest of my life. But the turmoil would have passed with the blink of an eye.
I may have reached my dream world where I could live and never suffer for fresh breeze and could fly with my will.
"Fly to fight the current".
"Fly to reach the heights".
"Though the winds are wild".
"Though the winds are strong".
"Winds of change are sweeping away to reach the still winds of my flight again".
Creative writing... Loved it..
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DeleteHeart touching 👌
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DeleteEven if life comprises sobs, sniffles and smiles, yet time is a great healer. Nice writing. Keep ventilating,
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DeleteAnd the learning continues, keep discovering !
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