She flies with a broken wing.
Faith is funny, it works wonders
at times and others it only damages. So she is like the girl who wears her
glitter on her mind and her tongue fascinating and mesmerizing everyone who
comes passes her. She’s the spotlight among the crowd, everyone sees her. She doesn’t
see everyone though; she chooses not to see anyone. As a matter of fact its because
she was born with a lesson learnt, ‘Everyone hurts’ which is engraved down her
soul and that’s one instance where faith does this irreversible damage; it lets
her believe in what she came with and nothing or no one among the crowd has yet
had the brave heart to make her unlearn it. She is concrete standing tall and
inside she is crumbling like pastry. She
sheds couple grams of hope for a better world every other day without any obstacle
without any pillar to hold her up tight.
Spotlight; how does it even work? Does it make you outshine everyone around? Or does it just remind you, maybe you are standing alone highlighted by this careless light over done by pseudo people just like polishing worn out withering stuff. Even if everyone else standing out there is in a little darkness, they are together in that obscurity. That’s what she lives with in her mind, even though she is flying high above them it’s all with a broken wing. I see it in her eyes, the fairy tale she every night reminds her own self to strangle because no one told her it will all work out.
There is this girl, just around you somewhere where you chose not to see her beyond the spotlight. Grab the mind, make her unlearn because your baggage isn't the heaviest sometimes.
