BROKEN WINGS

Can I?

I am a butterfly
Who made a mistake
By entering into your cruel world
And now my wings are broken.
How could I fly again?

I want to escape from this curse
Which I haven't imagined I could be into.
Tell me how.
Give me strength.

Let me fly...

Away.






*This is the video version of this poem. Hope you'll like this.
   ----Dhaye

Author's Note

Metaphor
An implied comparison between two unlike things that actually have something important in common.

Reviews

[Pax]

like scars, they all heal....
perhaps you need time for youself to heal...
perhaps the strenght you needed lies withing you...
you just have to see and feel it...

mistakes are a lesson,but they are not meant to over ponder and over think...
a mistake is not a curse, it is just so when you tend to live with it
- like your reminding youself always that you'll always be forever broken...
Like they say: learn from your mistakes...
and with that you'll fly even better when you've healed your broken wings,
i know it may not be the same as before but as long as you know you could still fly... then do it!

great work my pretty friend...

[Dhaye]

Thanks, Pax. Another dramatic poem for my video. Thank you so much for the support, my friend. You did not fail me. You're the first reviewer of this one. LOL

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Wonderful, I really felt for the poor butterfly, very well done!

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Dramatic shifts, good end. You made me proud again, Dhaye. :x

[Dhaye]

Thanks, Blue. Wow! I owe you a lot tonight. I'll check out your works next time, promise. Good night, my friend.