The day I tried to live,
Was the day I realised I wasn’t alive before.
Retrospect, painful in its clarity –
All the moments lost in disparity..
I recall the day I was born
Eyes open bright, hope adorned
Little by little it all went away.
Perhaps because of that day,
When I tried to spread my wings
I was met by mountains
Too high for a small bird,
to flit over.
Roaming around, dreams drowned
And all I see is
the waves choking me,
My tattered remains floating around.
All that once kept me alight
burning on the ground,
Too blind to see the light
My tired eyes saw only blight.
Now that I am in the skies,
I see the bliss
That could have touched me –
Had I but opened my eyes
Wings,
I now realize
are spread by a force found inside.
Icarus would not have fallen
had he not brought himself down.
Syed Imaad
Class IX
