I See a Small Girl
I see a small girl,
chained in tattered feathers,
blackened wings drooping unused from her back.
Her hair, a tangled mess.
Her eyes search for light,
but remain hollow—soulless.
She’s filled with pain… and envy.
Envy that others can fly.
Envy that their wings are brighter.
Envy that they are simply… better.
Pain that she can do nothing but cry.
Helpless, bound by the heavy chains
of a society that never asked what she wanted—
just told her how to be.
All she wants now… is to leave.
I see a small child,
with empty eyes and powerless wings,
dragging chains that keep her on the ground.
Someone who has lost her way.
Someone whose silent screams go unheard.
Someone without even a mouth to speak.
She calls herself—
Silent. Coward. Hypocrite. Worthless. Boring. And whatnot
Her friends—
lost in their own little worlds.
Each person absorbed in their own life.
Much like her…
but still, no one sees her.
A.V
Hey Vinay,
ReplyDeleteI hope you're doing well.
Your anonymous schoolmate here,
Three years ago, I followed you on Instagram, and through you, I discovered Blogspot. I thought, "Why not try writing something?" So I did — wrote a few poems. Keep in mind, I'm no poet, nor have I ever been particularly interested in poetry. But reading your blog back then made me want to give it a shot, at least once.
They weren’t great, but I’m glad I tried.
The last time I visited your blog was after farewell. Reading through the letters you wrote for your friends really touched my heart. This is the third time I’m here, and I just want to say — I’m sorry for your loss.
I might forget that I even have this account in the future, so I wanted to thank you now — for being present around me, and for unintentionally helping me step out of my comfort zone.
You’re the calmest and most unproblematic person I’ve known. Stay that way, and I truly wish you all the success in life.
We might never meet again — you don’t even know who I am.
You might have forgotten me, but I’ll never forget you.
Bye Bye
Your Wellwisher