they say it will go away.
they say all i have to do is blow
and the ashes will sail away
like the have fluttering wings.
but i tell them that hurt
is not light; it is heavy,
and i carry a heavy heart.
but they reply that if i try,
the hurt will become a feather,
only a reminder
of the bird that once flew.
i am ready to blow.
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4 comments:
like the have fluttering wings
typo? They?
liked this, time to heal type thing :)
btw, no worries if you never get to comment, or read mine for that matter, I like comments, but it's not the be all and end all, I write 'cos I want too :)
and your mum asking you to clean your room is a part of it, one of the pokes or prods...been a long time since i was asked to tidy my room :)
a joy of being adult I guess, though sometimes...sometimes...
anyway, pop in if/when you can/want
:)
poignantly reflects some familiar emotional reality ..
really nice ..
inconsequential: yeah. thanks for pointing that out. & I write cause I want to get comments. no. I write ONLINE cause I want to get comments and improve. usually I write just for the feeling of putting the pen on paper and feeling all the words flow out.
J.A.L: thanks. :D
aria: love the word poignant! & thanks.
OooOOoo I loved the last line. So profound, so profound.
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