PoeticThursdays: Wishes of a sick heart.

Now more than ever, I want to see the sun set, it’s reflection adorning the waters with shimmering colors of the day.

I want to feel soft breezes on my skin and hear the tunes of the birds conjoined into a melody by the sound of the passing winds and the swaying trees.

I want to see the beauty  of the evergreen, watered by rushing waters.

That sound, that scene; when it soothes my soul, perhaps I will be whole.
This is how I feel and we never know when it will all disappear.

Now more than ever, I want to admit that I feel unloved, locked up from the world by my own insecurities and had the key thrown away in vast oceans of defense mechanisms.

I want to know that it’s totally normal not to have everything, to understand that imperfections make us strive to be better but, perfection kills humanity;

to have just that person that consents to me being me without prejudice; that person to tell me it’s going to be alright and I believe without doubt.

That heartwarming scene with warm confessions, when accepted by someone, perhaps I will be free. This is how I feel and I don’t know when it will disappear.

Now more than ever, I want to cease the art of comparison, acknowledging the fact that I am me, never someone else, unique and special in my own way.

I want to fully assimilate the reality that my existence is dignified in my own world where everyone knows me;

accepting my flaws and perfection, unbias of positions and hence, there is no absolute need to fit in, as I stand out anyway.

That love for difference, a beautiful diversity, when enshrined in my heart, perhaps I will be contented.

Now more than ever, I want to forget my past traumas, clad by silver braces of slavery in pain and unforgivingness.

I want to feel the chains broken loose, granting freedom from grudges of the ancient days of the dead and alive.

I want to feel the same way about everything and perceive it as well, knowing my present and future is what makes my heart’s August desires remarkably beautiful.

That feeling of freedom, enveloped in pure bliss, when I feel it, then I will know that I’m cleansed and free.

Child of many wishes, what is thine heart’s desire?


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