She’s gonna fly,
Fly across the sky,
Fly to her heart,
Fly through the dark.
She’s free, strong and unstoppable,
She is fierce yet loving; soft yet invincible.
She cannot be caged,
By systems or hate.
For she is a spirit of love,
An angel with armour and shotguns,
Making others happy is her reward,
No, she needs no Knight,
She’s too busy crafting her sword.
For demons and angels both,
Are nothing but messengers of God,
That is what those two words literally mean,
Necessary is the power of both forces,
For without them this crazy world cannot go on,
It may be ruled by God,
But it needs both the saviour and the fraud.
She knows that everyone’s wounded,
Everyone only needs a touch of love,
Sometimes a hug, shoulder or a kind word,
Anything that can make them believe that they are not alone,
That their wounds can heal,
And they can be loved.
They can be free.
She’s a healer,
Who is only learning to nurse her wounds,
To love herself, to embrace every part of her,
Every season, every feeling, every mood.
She is free, free to spread her wings,
But she’s yet to find a place to fly,
A place where she is allowed to love,
Laugh out loud or simply burst out and cry.
For she wants people to understand, but they don’t—
That how strong people are truly strong,
And where their strength truly comes from.
True strength is in kindness, vulnerability, sensitivity and emotions,
Not in indifference, being too hard or in the absence of feeling.
She has a lot to say,
But sometimes her pen doesn’t want to move,
Especially when her skies turn grey.
But there will come a day,
When her world will be coloured in her favourite colours,
That is yellow, white and blue,
And she will be stronger, healed and anew.
Till then,
She finds comfort in her soulmate,
That is her pen,
Because she knows that whatever she dreams of,
One day she will make it happen.
Copyright © Upasana Goyal 2018
