but she had the zest to be the one,
she never was the healthiest of all,
but she had the strength to challenge them all.
She never was the lucky one,
She never was the lucky one,
whatever she desired, she never got,
she still tried to fight all odds,
so what if it was hard as hell.
She was always caught in the dirtiest of storms,
so what if it was hard as hell.
She was always caught in the dirtiest of storms,
too many twists and turns, too much of harm,
She never gave up and tried again,
Facing the storm each time with courage.
She was the strongest of all,
an inspiration for many,
She was the strongest of all,
an inspiration for many,
Always helpful, kind and caring.
This went on for many years,
the bird kept trying,
sometimes with a smile,
This went on for many years,
the bird kept trying,
sometimes with a smile,
sometimes with tears.
Then came a point, where she wanted to give up,
too tired to fly, too tired to get up.
Then she did, what she had never done before,
she begged for help, to carry her home.
In the midst of this struggle,
Then she did, what she had never done before,
she begged for help, to carry her home.
In the midst of this struggle,
she had forgotten where she belonged,
she felt disillusioned, perplexed and lost.
Everyone turned around and looked at her,
how can she cry for help at all?
She is the strongest of anyone here,
it is not her right to be insane, it's wrong.
She did not bother and continued to ask,
can anybody help her complete the task?
All she wanted was warmth and affection,
a clean air to breathe,
a life free of suffocation.
But she was disappointed how things turned,
all she received was mockery in return.
People thought just because she is weak and hurt,
they can ignore her whenever they want.
Her only fault was that she started to speak,
expressed what she went through and what she feels.
She didn't know, it' s not the right thing to do,
she felt disillusioned, perplexed and lost.
Everyone turned around and looked at her,
how can she cry for help at all?
She is the strongest of anyone here,
it is not her right to be insane, it's wrong.
She did not bother and continued to ask,
can anybody help her complete the task?
All she wanted was warmth and affection,
a clean air to breathe,
a life free of suffocation.
But she was disappointed how things turned,
all she received was mockery in return.
People thought just because she is weak and hurt,
they can ignore her whenever they want.
Her only fault was that she started to speak,
expressed what she went through and what she feels.
She didn't know, it' s not the right thing to do,
after all she often encouraged people to be cheerful.
She knows that she is dying,
her feathers are withered,
her lungs are weak and
heart is butchered.
Don't mock at the dying bird,
that's not going to help,
silence is the hardest argument to refute,
and the hardest one to break.
It's ironical how life journeys,
yes...dealing with it is the best solution,
and suggestion indeed,
but the pain of dealing with a losing identity,
only a dying bird can feel!!!!
She knows that she is dying,
her feathers are withered,
her lungs are weak and
heart is butchered.
Don't mock at the dying bird,
that's not going to help,
silence is the hardest argument to refute,
and the hardest one to break.
It's ironical how life journeys,
yes...dealing with it is the best solution,
and suggestion indeed,
but the pain of dealing with a losing identity,
only a dying bird can feel!!!!
silence is the hardest argument to refute
ReplyDeletevery thoughtful and yes somewhere very deeply sad...
Thats excellent.
ReplyDeleteNicely put.
now thats what im talkin bout.... good one yo........
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