I am grounded.
So grounded that I feel like my wings are clipped.
Clipped to not grow back,
Clipped so that I don't take to flight,
Clipped to stay back in the fight,
Clipped so that there is no maybe nor might.
In the shadows, I remain, a caged bird without a song,
Yearning for the sky, where I truly belong.
Yet, in this stillness, a strength I find,
A spirit unbroken, a resilient mind.
Though my wings are clipped, my dreams still soar,
In the confinement, a resolve to explore.
Through the silence, a voice whispers strong,
A melody of hope, an unwavering song.
Grounded, yet within me, a fire ablaze,
Against the odds, through life's winding maze.
Clipped wings may tether, but the spirit prevails,
In the face of adversity, a story unveils.
So, let these clipped wings be a testament true,
To resilience rising, and courage anew.
For in the grounding, a rebirth I see,
A phoenix emerging, untamed and free.
Though the sky eludes, and the winds may resist,
Within me, a universe, where dreams persist.
No longer bound by the weight of the night,
I rise from the shadows, embracing the light.
- SuVi
23-11-23