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Nothing worth reporting besides the usual Importance of ignoring negligent thoughts That seek to destroy me, Harboring inside me, A caged bird with a broken wing. Hope calls out in many ways, Still your surroundings to hear its bays. Quiet. Listen. It’s seeking you in earnest, Its mysterious hands fiddling with The lock of your entrapment. Soon, you will have the strength To pursue all of your dreams. But right now, you’re too consumed By the hopelessness of your confinement. The bars disappear when you look at them A certain way. Illusory, these posts, these chains. Break free, some sympathy may come your way, And unleash you, teach you how to fly with your handicaps. Don’t look back, once you’re released - Fly over the valleys and the rivers, wherever you please. Fly brave, fly free. Continue to seek All that seems out of your reach. Bathe in the waterfalls of your fortune. It’s yours, after all. You have this as your guiding motion. Snap back to your present situation. You see the cage, you feel your stuntedness, Your loss from grace, From freedom, the chase, You so earnestly thought you’d finally taste. One day, it’s yours. Just hold on to hope, on to your scope, The sights and the breeze under your wings, It’s all yours, always has been, always will, And still, I know it stings. Listen to the way the ocean sings, Once you make it there, I know you will, But for now, let the ink spill and spell Your own misfortune, your own destruction, Slowly deteriorating any sense of fruition. I know you want to give up on these ghosts, But they are yours to catch with a gilded net, So let them go, if you choose, but remember You’ll have to live with regret that you never pursued Beyond the bars that immobilize you, like roots. You were meant to travel and traverse, The universe will push you towards your path. Do not listen to those who jeer and laugh. You know your purpose. Listen, it’s there. What your inner voice guides is your truth to bear.
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 3:00 PM UTC
Bird with a Broken Wing
Nothing worth reporting besides the usual Importance of ignoring negligent thoughts That seek to destroy me, Harboring inside me, A caged bird with a broken wing. Hope calls out in many ways, Still your surroundings to hear its bays. Quiet. Listen. It’s seeking you in earnest, Its mysterious hands fiddling with The lock of your entrapment. Soon, you will have the strength To pursue all of your dreams. But right now, you’re too consumed By the hopelessness of your confinement. The bars disappear when you look at them A certain way. Illusory, these posts, these chains. Break free, some sympathy may come your way, And unleash you, teach you how to fly with your handicaps. Don’t look back, once you’re released - Fly over the valleys and the rivers, wherever you please. Fly brave, fly free. Continue to seek All that seems out of your reach. Bathe in the waterfalls of your fortune. It’s yours, after all. You have this as your guiding motion. Snap back to your present situation. You see the cage, you feel your stuntedness, Your loss from grace, From freedom, the chase, You so earnestly thought you’d finally taste. One day, it’s yours. Just hold on to hope, on to your scope, The sights and the breeze under your wings, It’s all yours, always has been, always will, And still, I know it stings. Listen to the way the ocean sings, Once you make it there, I know you will, But for now, let the ink spill and spell Your own misfortune, your own destruction, Slowly deteriorating any sense of fruition. I know you want to give up on these ghosts, But they are yours to catch with a gilded net, So let them go, if you choose, but remember You’ll have to live with regret that you never pursued Beyond the bars that immobilize you, like roots. You were meant to travel and traverse, The universe will push you towards your path. Do not listen to those who jeer and laugh. You know your purpose. Listen, it’s there. What your inner voice guides is your truth to bear.
amy-bells
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33/F/American
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 3:00 PM UTC
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