The devil whispers in my ears
Taking me to another sphere
Riding on the helm of my fallen self
Stopping me from voicing
The dangerous questions
Preconceived notions
The societal rules
Burying me whole
In the dying pastures
And asking me to make it green
Make it gleam
Never caring about my interests
And my wants
Burying me, and
Burying me whole.
So I dig a deep tunnel
Deep enough to shove
All their plunder and slander
Into the fiery pits
So that one day
They could grow
From the grounds of spring
And shower new meanings
Sprinkle pollens of greetings
As the butterflies swayed
Into the winds of change
And the branch-less brown leaves
Rotted on the ground
To give way
To the new buds of future
To the new buds of change.
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#SeptemberIsChanging WP_Poetry
A/N: It is from within us that the change must come first. It is we, who have to take the first step disregarding the negatives and accepting ourselves.
ESTÁ A LER
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PoesiaSome thoughts, some plots, connecting some dots. Circling in my mind, they were bound, so I penned them down. Here they are free, amidst the blue skies and we. 2018 Poetry Collection.
