you are nothing but
an injured bird,
losing your way
in a world of uncertainties.
have been clipped,
by their ignorant words
(not good enough, not good enough)
and you’re grounded:
unable to rise
to the light of the sun –
instead you’re alone below,
drowning in the droplets
of their adamant rain.
not good enough,
they whisper once again,
not good enough…
i just love this piece.
This is really very lovely! I love some of the common themes I see emerging in your poems, especially this dealing with an Icarus type mindset. Also love how you've named your main sort of character, you don't often do that, but I think it gives it greater depth.
I was unsure about naming this character, but I am glad that you liked that I did. Thanks !
hmm I like your imagery. I like how you were able to use those certain things and not sound cliché... It was a nice read : )
The use of imagery is just flawless. I can relate to this piece and appreciate it even though it's sad. Well done.
Wow, thank-you so much ♥ I'm glad you are able to relate to this piece, even though it is sad. Thanks again for your lovely comment
This was really beautiful. Well done.
Very powerful... I think it's a very relateable concept. Brilliant!