“A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.”
― Chris Cleave, Little Bee
You plucked my wings
feather by feather
pulled it out in pieces
from the blades of my shoulder
You can bloody me all you want
shred me into pieces
and rip them into halves
for everyone to see it.
Your hands sanguine with my
seraphic blood
your soul
deeply encumbered.
But you can’t douse the
eternal flame in me
the one which is burning
and giving me the intensity
the light of my being
my aura,
my personality
these wounds will heal
and scars will be formed
that is how the life sustains
that is how life is born.
Photo by Gaston Roulstone on Unsplash
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Megha's World
I’m a mother of a smart and energetic seven-year-old. I started expressing myself creatively since the last two years. Since then I have been continuously inspired by events in my life and around me which has helped me in penning my thoughts.
I’m an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines too. Loves to dance in the rain, have an undying love for nature, can watch the beautiful sunset for hours. Love to kiss and hug my loved ones.
I have worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. In that busy schedule, I never got the time to creatively express my thoughts. Now every time I finish a poem, free verse anything it fills me with so much happiness and excitement and a feeling to have created something of my own. I’m planning to post at least one creation of mine weekly.
Lastly, a million thanks to all who visit, like or follow my tiny bits of creation.
Every time you do that, I get to know one more beautiful person in my life and get the chance to see their creation too.
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Reblogged this on Megha's World and commented:
My piece of Whisper and the Roar today.
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Excellent
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Thanks so much Candice
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