KindyGifty: Poems

KindyGifty Mar 8

Wounded and battered,
I lay on the ground,
Blood oozing from my bruises.
The fall shattered my wings
Broke my bones to pieces,
Burned me to ashes.
The ground became my grave,
The earth took my last breath,
Blessing the trees with it,
Blooming the flowers.
The clouds swelled,
Pouring down their showers,
As if weeping for my demise.
Even if the world didn't see me,
Nature whispered— I was a blessing.
So I did not live in vain.

#painandrebirth #whispersofthefallen #blessing #remembrance #sacrifice

Behind the Mask of Sight

KindyGifty Mar 7

Behind the Mask of Sight

When you look at my eyes,
What stories do they tell?
What movie do you see?
A land deserted by people,
Or a river overflowing with waters?
What does my eyes reveal?
They whisper a story—
A story of pain.
Pain in my soul,
Jabbing my heart mercilessly,
Leaving me to tend my wounds,
Making me vulnerable.
Look into my eyes and tell me—
What do you see?
I am not what I show you.
I am not what I act.
I am not what I speak.
I am the pain in my eyes,
The scars in my heart.
Stare deep into my soul.
Let me show you who I am,
The me you never see.

#silentpain #hiddenwounds #heartache #unspokensuffering

The Star that Isn't

KindyGifty Mar 7

The Star that Isn't

One day, a man stopped me and said,
"Little girl, you are a shining star,
Lighting the way as you go.
People worship you, your star burns bright,
Bringing warmth to those you touch,
Leaving them with lasting peace".
"You bless the trees with your gentle grace,
Flowers bloom as you walk past.
Waters sprinkle their showers on you,
Rain joins in with its melodious rhythm,
Bringing a drizzle of joy".
"They will see your star", he said,
"Burning brightly over them
Little girl, you are a burning star"
I look at the man before me,
Holding my hand, smiling.
I didn't smile back—how could I?
He was wrong.
I am no star.

#identity #perception #selfdoubt #existence #loneliness #misunderstood

The Sword and the Silence

KindyGifty May 9

The Sword and the Silence

In four walls, I resided
An inmate of love, yet confined
Papa gave me a sword but never taught me to wield
With Mama's haven of wings, my growth did yield
One day my father told me my day has arrived
The doors swung open wide
With the call of freedom, one step outside
But with a misstep, I came stumbling, fell
Papa never gave me guidance to navigate life's compelling spell
No instructions on resilience, no words of might
I face the world, without a fight
Their protection, a double edged sword
Guarded me from harm, yet left me unexplored
Now, I wander, lost, alone
Fighting shadows with no might, gloom unknown
Regretting the closed mouth, the muttered words
My life of questions, no answers heard
Papa's sword, that he passed unto me, a symbol of strength and pride
Now lays in rust, unused, struggling to survive
Mama gave me wings, but never taught me to fly
Now I falter, wondering why?

#lost #lifejourney #unspoken #freedom

Unheard, Unseen, Unmourned

KindyGifty Mar 9

Unheard, Unseen, Unmourned

My heart is bruised by the weight of hope,
Bleeding from the jabs of disappointment.
Scarred from trusting too much,
Yet still reaching, still yearning.
I gave too many people a chance,
Though my heart could only take a little.
But my kindness was just a whisper to them,
A fleeting moment, forgotten too soon.
Why do people hurt me?
Why do they not care?
I showed them love,
Yet they left me empty.

#heartache #forsaken #emptiness #unheard #hope #longing #trust

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