Landing

Landing

That’s pretty deep.

Because it’s not the fall that kills you, Sherlock. Of all people, you should know that, it’s not the fall, it’s never the fall. It’s the landing!

– Jim Moriarty from Sherlock

Life.

Cruising.

Bones.

Tingling.

Blood.

Racing.

She thought it was flight,

So she flew with delight.

But she soon lost sight

And fell into the night.

Slowly, the rancid smell

Crept up her nose.

Slowly, the claustrophobia,

Swallowed her soul.

With fear in her eyes

And pain in her voice,

She was too late to realise

That she had landed in her pit of lies.

Life.

Crushed.

Bones.

Broken.

Blood.

Flowing.

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Heartfelt

Padding my heart with excuses

From the prick of my conscience

Been avoiding this for long

This was equally my fault

As much as it was yours.

Either I have gathered my guts

Or I’m drunk with stupidity

I hate to admit it, but

YES, I was responsible too

For burning down our

Non-existent bridges.

YES, I was the catalyst

Who sped our inevitable fall

Your mistake does not seem

As unforgivable as before

When I compare it with mine.

All those nostalgic days

Tinted with laughter…sigh…

I know we can’t remake our past

But now that it’s all said and done

Will you find it in your heart

To forgive my folly?

 

Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis

“You’re so ugly!” they said,

“Awkwardly green and squiggly!”

“Wiggling around like you own the

World, but as worthless as you seem!”

So discouraged, I started to spin

A thin, flimsy web around myself.

Thus cocooned inside, I had some

Quite time for self-introspection on

Where I had gone wrong, what I had done

To deserve such treatment, when finally it

Dawned on me that I wasn’t the one at fault,

They were the ones wrapped in their own ideas,

They were the ones who went wrong!

Realisation washed across me

Wave after wave, cleansing me of

My preconceived notions of myself.

I spread my wings, breaking the cocoon.

Finally, I was free from the bondage I was

Voluntarily chained to, but not any more!

Suddenly, I was no longer the awkward

Squiggly caterpillar the world knew before.

I had bright, colourful wings, filled with hope,

For spreading love and happiness everywhere.

Now, I had metamorphosed into something so

Delightful, for I was a magnificent butterfly!