The wings

 

 

These entangled mesh of thoughts

That clot our flowing resolve

Cause stagnation of progress

They retard our openness

Where  belief must till to sow hope

The darkness corrodes the soil

And sprays locusts to spoil the harvest

When the last instant of hope defies

In his residual breath there is a sigh

For when the battle is almost lost

There is one speck still to defeat

This splinter refuses to bend or break

And ignites a torch to char the night

Which was always black to begin with

There is nothing more fearful than fear

When we struggle to trudge with tied feet

Our wings spread to lift us to the skies

To propel us into wider orbits of life

If only we hold to the last twig of hope.

 

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