• commoved_1803 10w


    Scars, bruises, wounds and scratches
    Adore your body,your mind, your soul
    Like brutalites inflicted for being
    A BEING of silence,subdued to muteness
    Confined and captivated by door latches
    With desires burning like wood in pit hole
    Your clipped wings refrained from seeing
    Have nothing to offer the divine rays...

    Your flight, your certitude are impatient
    To shed away the old marks of servility
    Waiting for you to take charge and win...
    All the etched signs, no more your share
    And embrace every grace for you meant
    Show you are no more a device for pity
    You are an air borne, an angel, a queen
    A symbol of ascent,an epitome of dare...