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My wings were of gossamer feathers,
Like ivory tipped with gold,
Carrying me to the many places
My young eyes wished to behold.
I could fly anywhere I wanted,
The sunlight on my back,
Glinting off my feathers
Until the sky turned black.
I freed all of the innocents
And fought the evils of the world:
There was nothing I couldn’t vanquish
When my wings were unfurled.
There were never any boundaries,
No limit to where I would go,
From vivid forests to the ocean blue,
I soared above the sand, the ice, the snow.
I ran with wolves in the night-time
And was a queen by the day;
Gracing new worlds with my heart
Until my wings carried me away.
I didn’t ever realize it,
Until it was too late:
My wings gradually began to shed
And to slowly fade away.
I suppose I stopped dreaming,
Somehow favouring the ground,
Forgetting the undiscovered places
And the answers I never found.
Each ivory plume faded
Until they were each a sickly grey;
I was left with shadows on my back
And I could no longer fly away.
There was once a time when I was free:
Now I find myself in chains.
A silhouette of what I was
But couldn’t quite sustain.
Each feather that drifted to the ground
Tore the joy from within me,
But I cannot feel my wings anymore—
There is no scar for me to see.
I am now left with distant glimpses,
Just a ghost-like memory
Of the things I once dreamed of
And who I used to be.
Like ivory tipped with gold,
Carrying me to the many places
My young eyes wished to behold.
I could fly anywhere I wanted,
The sunlight on my back,
Glinting off my feathers
Until the sky turned black.
I freed all of the innocents
And fought the evils of the world:
There was nothing I couldn’t vanquish
When my wings were unfurled.
There were never any boundaries,
No limit to where I would go,
From vivid forests to the ocean blue,
I soared above the sand, the ice, the snow.
I ran with wolves in the night-time
And was a queen by the day;
Gracing new worlds with my heart
Until my wings carried me away.
I didn’t ever realize it,
Until it was too late:
My wings gradually began to shed
And to slowly fade away.
I suppose I stopped dreaming,
Somehow favouring the ground,
Forgetting the undiscovered places
And the answers I never found.
Each ivory plume faded
Until they were each a sickly grey;
I was left with shadows on my back
And I could no longer fly away.
There was once a time when I was free:
Now I find myself in chains.
A silhouette of what I was
But couldn’t quite sustain.
Each feather that drifted to the ground
Tore the joy from within me,
But I cannot feel my wings anymore—
There is no scar for me to see.
I am now left with distant glimpses,
Just a ghost-like memory
Of the things I once dreamed of
And who I used to be.
Literature
On The Wings Of A Butterfly
On The Wings Of A Butterfly
Precious, little cocoon
Recovering from a past life
Shedding an old, tarnished costume
Almost ready to break through to the light
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A reason was given
For me to hide away
Inside a solace prison
Where I shall stay
Until the ritualistic tradition
Forces me to adapt and change
Biding time! / Healing wounds!
Courage thrives! / Hope looms!
Pain divides! / Becoming immune!
Eyes shine! / Wings bloom!
The reason has proven
That the power of one can truly overcome
The insults and mockery of evolution
Only fuels the being that I strive to become
The solution is an inner, translucent revolution
And then the path to gre
Literature
You Don't Know Your Daughter At All
Just because she is no longer in a cradle
Does not mean that your baby wont fall
And if you think that her smile means she is happy
Then you don’t know your daughter at all
On arriving home from school she runs up the stairs
And locks herself away in her room
It’s so easy to think that it’s just teenage angst
That will pass in time and be gone soon
Perhaps you assume that it is just boy trouble
A romance that will soon be forgot
Yes, maybe her problems are just a passing phase
But then again what if they are not
What if they’re deep rooted in the parental soil
That you’ve been failing to cultivate
As she grow
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These Tears Would Come:
These Tears Would Come:
If my tears could tell a story of two -
What would they have to say about you?
Of a boy who spent his whole life seeking
And a girl who found it in the arms of another…
Would they tell us of laughter? Beneath a starlit sky,
Or of harsh words exchanged on bitter nights.
Would they speak of moments, so beautifully captured;
To be enjoyed in memory, like a perfect wine.
Or perhaps they would tell us of an untampered truth:
Of the lonely nights spent longing, for an Eden lost.
Captivated, habituated, to this lonely habit of you;
For her alone, these tears would come.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 31st march 2013
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Reminds me of Lapis Lazuli from Steven Universe.