It hurts
Sometimes
To cut the ties
With what you love
Because
Your own sanity
Is at play
It hurts
Like when a bird
Opens the. Cage
And flyes away
And yet
Opening those wings
Feels like freedom
And peace.
But still hurts...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
It hurts
Sometimes
To cut the ties
With what you love
Because
Your own sanity
Is at play
It hurts
Like when a bird
Opens the. Cage
And flyes away
And yet
Opening those wings
Feels like freedom
And peace.
But still hurts...
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