BROKEN WINGS

Innocent and decent we rise with our crescent dreams
Hopes and smiles of developing like the brightest moon
Vivid and clear we declare our intentions
Rigid and rare they make the conditions

While we jump they trump
Gravitating to their negativity we tend to lose focus
Rarely a push from behind but always a pull
Easy to fake and so hard it's to make
Our daily cake we can't even bake

Who's the killer?
Who's the healer?
Both seems to present you with a pain killer
Our naivety continue to fertilize our bitterness
For not knowing is more dangerous than not having

Not every bird with a wing can fly
But nothing changes as we sit and cry
For hope lies ahead if we stand and try
As doors of fortune are closed until we pry

Faced by our worst demon is our illusion
As we refuse to heal from yesterday's wounds
Lamenting on our situations only make us weak
For we can only fly if we start to mend our broken wings.

credit:©Hamza Hajj Ayub