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"We are birds with BROKEN WINGS
And bleeding feathers, but still we have to fly......
We have to fly."
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For many, school life
Is the best.
But to me, it is a place
To heft.
Weird no!
So here is my
Story.
A story of a girl who
Used to cry alone.
A girl who was once afraid
Of her own shadows.
A girl who was
Once suicidal.
A girl with
Complete darkness around
Her.
A girl who once
Became her own enemy.
A girl with a
Broken heart.
A girl who once was
On the verge of dying.
A girl with no
One to talk to.
A girl just like you.
They beat me, thrashed me and
Then they left me
To die
Or dwell.
As I looked at them
I was awed by their personalities
I searched my heart
And asked myself,
"why should they do this to me"?
Just because
I'm simply me.
Sitting alone,
In a corner of my hospital ward,
With silence all around.
A silence
Which is empty yet
So full of answers.
I heard a distant
Sound.
A sound that is suppressed.
A sound that makes
Tears roll down
My cheeks.
Every tear has something to say.
Every tear has a story
Holding within.
Sitting alone,
Looking out of the
Window,
Darkness creeps in
Pulling over the sky
Like a curtain with millions
Of stars
Sparkling bright.
With the moon watching
Over the stars
And me.
I asked the moon,
"Why me? I'm not a star,
I don't twinkle,
I'm not lovely,
I'm not appreciated
As they are, by hundreds."
With a twinkle in its eyes,
The moon replied,
"I know you are not perfect,
You don't twinkle,
You are beaten,
You are called out,
You are not appreciated,
Yet I know I
Care
For you.
I care for you because you
Are one of the
Lovely Creation
Of God.
God created all of us
Each with something unique,
To distinguish us from the others
To be what we really are. "
I open my eyes and
Saw the sun
Beaming at me.
Oh! So, it was just a dream...
No...not just a dream,
But the truth
That was covered by
The mist of time...
So now I question them,
Why they make others cry?
Why they make others life dry?
Who has given them this right?
Why they show others their useless might?
They are not kings,
They are just like you
And me.
They have no
Gold wings.
Then why? I question them.
Why do they do this? I question them.
When this will stop? I question them.
Why do they think they are superior? I question them.
Why they bully? I question them.
Why they are silent? I question them.
Why can't they answer this? I question them
I know they have
No answers to this.
But,
Let me ask you one question.
Why you let them do this to you? I question you and not them...
#EndBullying
#Speakyourself
#Standforyourself
#Beyourownvoice
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