You were there, Crying
When You were Supposed to be in the Light
You were there, Begging
When You were Supposed to Give away.
I saw you, behind the Door
Trying hard to hold that nth last Tear
and Howl Silently.
..Your unspoken question to God
Why? He left you with a Broken Heart
Why? He never let you have the Perfect life
That resided like a Parasite in your Mind
Distorting you between Real & Apocrypha world.
and you walked out Silently with a vague Smile
with no one to notice you
You heard the girl say, "Look How Pathetically she is dressed!"
You heard your Guardian whisper, "She is a total waste!"
They watched you march boldly ahead,
When you were weak and afraid inside,
Ready to break down any moment again..
Life has treated you all the wrong way,
They Threw Stones, When You wanted Roses
They Stabbed you, When You wanted a Hug
Breaking every ounce of you
But they never broke the Real you
because they never really got to know the person you are within.
They made you everything that you never wanted to be,
But everything You should be..
..You are more than what Life has thrown at you
Somewhere Between..
The Broken Dreams
The Broken Heart
The Broken Hope
Lies a Brave Heart.
Ready to ride the Bumpy Ride
Because...
I see the Tear in those eyes, but I also see the POWER TO HEAL IN THEM
We all have a cross to bear. The idea is to use the cross as a tool to climb up and not be burdened by it. Remember that a bird with broken wings may not fly but it sings.There is never a perfect life but a series of imperfections that occur on a fairly regular basis. It all depends upon how you strive to rearrange the bits again and again. “Reality is what we take to be true. What we take to be true is what we believe. What we believe is based upon our perceptions. What we perceive depends upon what we look for. What we look for depends upon what we think. What we think depends upon what we perceive. What we perceive determines what we believe. What we believe determines what we take to be true. what we take to be true is our reality.” Chill out. It is still a beautiful world and there are people who accept you as you are.
ReplyDeleteHey topsy, this is beautiful. This poem really captures the feeling of being an outsider. We all sometimes have times like these. I'm glad I glanced upon this.
ReplyDeleteKeep it up!
@Class of 88: I agree no less, and apparently that's the message I am parallel trying to convey
ReplyDelete@Viky: Thank You. *smiles*