The soul lifts
at the presence
of flight –
let me fly
let me fly
let me fly free too.
My feet no longer
desire to cling
to tangible things
instead, they seek
the lightness
of hollow frames
reverberating between
the rise and fall
of outstretched limbs
a song sung
in whispers of wind
the rustling of leaves
and the hope and promise
of a journey well spent
and a destination
that leads
to contented whisper.
© Sumyanna 2018
If there is anything I could ever hope to tell you, it would be,
“Don’t doubt your value. Be certain of it.” Sumyanna
Let love
be whispers
set adrift
upon the wind.
I see you
I see you
and you are not
alone.
Let not
the chatter
of darkness fall
upon your ears,
nor let the years
of torment
wring deep
within your bones.
You –
yes, you
were meant
for more than this.
Your birth
upon this earth
a blessing, to be told
no matter if
the words were spoken.
Some truths
need not be uttered
to be sincere.
And those,
upon whom the task
to grow and mold befell –
languished
in their ability
to see the beauty in you
but do you blame
the failure to see
on the view?
No matter
how worn
the jewels of yesteryear
have become,
they never lose
their luster
and the only lesson
that I have learned
is pity for those
who refused
to open their eyes.
© Sumyanna 2018
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