Unto the Skies!!

Plunged from crests atop blue mountains
Into realms unknown, swamped by demons of dark
Lump in my throat quells the loudest shrieks
Yet with the majestic lion’s roar - I will fly unto the skies!

 

Eyes blurred with tears, sight marred with fears
Forsaken I lay, drowning in the storm within
They laugh while I weep, they create the din
Yet with the deadly tiger’s leap - I will fly unto the skies!

 

No watcher can see, the wounds are invisible
No potion can soothe; the scars are mystical
The dark night shall fade, golden rays emboldening my wings
Yes, with brute force I will flutter - to fly unto the skies!

 

Marooned by the Almighty, am I? doubting His guardianship
Questioning this question, searching for answers - unfathomable
The Master’s voice speaks, heard loud in stillness and silence
Retells me I am born to fly – fly unto the skies – fly into the skies!

 

-HMV

 

Poet’s view:
The feelings are that of a strong bird metaphorical of human mind, after having gone through a great fall, experiencing deep pain. At the same time, it is trying to self-motivate, vowing to itself - to come back hard and fly high!

 

Glossary:
crest=peak; realm=territory; quell=suppress; din=disturbance; potion=tonic; embolden=bolster/strengthen; maroon=abandon; unfathomable=immeasurable/vast