Broken Wings Are Still Alive

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Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
– Maya Angelou
“Move..move..this is the moment, fly..”
I was hearing a sound within, something like, a whisper,
A voice, from the far.. someone was calling me inside.
I wanted to stretch my wings, but I felt a dying pain,
They were broken, but still, alive.
I wanted to scream, the pain was high.
A darkness covered me, I looked at the sky.
I heard that voice again, it whispered again,
“Move..You have the wings my dear, 
For once at least, try..”
I closed my eyes, breathed a deep, 
and replied, “Yes”.
With my feet upon the sky, I started, to fly..
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise




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I am Swarnali, The Saffron Storyteller. You can call me an engineer who writes letters or simply a girl who writes. Writing and Music are my ways to escape from this worldly life. I find solace in the voyage from seven notes to the infinity, and resilience in the empire of words. I love to weave stories of motivation, inspiration, love and peace. 'Saffron' is the colour of the quest of life. Hope you like the tales of this bohemian writer.

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