Wings of Stone


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Reposted from http://sickocean.wordpress.com/2013/02/16/wings-made-of-stones/ – Aarthi is a very talented poet who manages to capture the essence of life and suffering.  Thank you Aarthi for your beautiful words.

she was forever alone
in her endless fights
through life and times
she stood where
she always was

embedded in earth
clad in stones
she was buried half
under the ground
in pain, in suffocation

her strongest wish was
to fly ever high
free herself and
reside in the sky
forever to come

her helplessness grew
her pain deepened
and her struggles rose
to new levels
deep within her soul

and she flapped
ever so hard
ridding herself of all the mud
and all that was keeping her
away from the vast blue above

and when she did come up
she realized that
her wings they were
made up of stones
of mud, of metallic bones

and she realized that
through years perhaps
or because of her birth
she was defined as
a woman made of stones.

i know this poem has a sad end.. and i usually prevent myself from writing this kind, but then the irony of life sometimes is that at some point in our struggles, and very rarely so, it does happen that we might be limited by what we have made ourselves or what we were born with… certain dreams tend to be impossible, certain hopes are meant to be thrashed… and though it is not the end of it, it is certainly an important aspect of life to be realized.  http://sickocean.wordpress.com/2013/02/16/wings-made-of-stones/

I know Vic is flying, feather light and unrestrained by pain.  Fly Angel Child!!

 

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