Leaving Behind hope As Purple Wings!
- Feb 22, 2019
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On greyest of skies
He swayed trees to gentle breeze
Just to remind me...
That Hope resides in tenderest of wings!
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Are words enough to describe the journey through pain...I often wonder. There are moments when I feel I should keep it to myself. In Silence let these poems be etched on my skin & when pain bleeds through my pores; let it weep out as unsaid feelings.
It's not easy to put yourself out & share the journey that pain makes intimate. Because it's not done for validation nor acknowledgement
it's done from a point to cathartically let pain be transformed into something powerful as Art that can maybe inspire & leave its impressions. Maybe we are all looking to make sense & find meaning in our brokenness. Hence I felt I'll keep these words that flow as Poems from my soul to myself
Just let them be between my breaths written on sky or in some pages that aren't leafed through time
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Today morning while I was walking along Coco, ruminating on thoughts, about my yesterday's post of Hope & butterflies; thinking I've not seen one lately & that very instant a tiniest one fluttered by and when it opened it wings it had the most beautiful striking purple colour camouflaged within. In pain one traverses through signs of life & this clearly to me was a sign, that holding on to Hope is nothing but holding on to that inspiration within & maybe this is what Love has willed for me; to share my journey through this autoimmune disease, yet leaving behind Hope as Purple Wings
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Copyright: Meghna/2019
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