She looked outside the window
In thought of the dreams
That caressed her inner shadow
Somehow such sweet things
She looked into the mirror
In thought of the seen
That covers her outer shadow
Somehow such lovely things
She noticed how protrude
How deep and intriguing
A wonder of disguise
Yet still the real thing
She peered into the depth
And noticed her broken wings
She picked them up and wept
Then laid them on the sink
She washed them out so clean
And made them both like new
Now she is ready to fly
And face the world anew
This is a poem about our individuality. Each one of us is unique. We all have hidden dreams and desires. There are things we want to achieve as we journey through this life. I believe it is important that we try to achieve these dreams and desires, even when we don't succeed. It is not so bad when we fail to achieve them; it is when we give up trying that ultimately hurts us. We all need hope and something to look forward to. The idea is to never give up chasing those dreams. Never quit when your wings to fly get broken. Just let out the tears and wash off those wings. Put them back on. Then try again. And if you find, it just doesn’t work; then try another path until you find the one that is comfortable to you. And if you never find that path....create one!
Handpainted collage
Writing and art ©Tonya Ashe
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