What Happened to the Child

The child stares ahead of the field
Thinking and aspiring to build
Something magnificent on this beautiful and vast land
Building a determined architecture which is hard
To bend.

The child happily hops around the land
With high hopes that everything which is to pend
Will be something tremendous to behold.

Dreaming, the child slips and falls
Sitting, her emotions are in a stall
Realising, that she has been awakened from
Dreaming, Reality hits hard with one swift slap.

The secret lock of her heart breaks
Bursting open a treasure of dark memories
Which has so long haunted her soul
They spew out uncontrollably.

The child opens her mouth
For any sound, anything to come out
But the child remains mute
Staring blankly at her own reflection
At the empty gaping throat
Because all expressions have been transferred
To the invincible bleeding heart.

The child can only recoil
Desperately trying to push all the dark heirlooms back in

In this desperation
The outer adult builds a strong invincible impenetrable wall
With a key in hand,
Locks the child in a new plain box
Along with all the emotional turmoil
And drops the key in hand
Into the vast ocean
Where it can never be found again.

So ancient now and impossible to find
Is that plain box
To fill in the vacuum
In this adult's soul.

For this child was her everything
Her emotions
Her zest for life
Her free happiness
Her determination.

She is left with an empty shell
To carry on with life
Pacing formlessly
On the dark, long and winding road

Break Free, SOAR!

This is the time
For conventionalism
To be broken
For captived thoughts
To break free
For the flutters in the heart
To be sung out LOUD

Why walk in the shadow
Of someone else?
So what if the person is good?
Why confine yourself to that person?
Why hide from yourself?

Break free,
SOAR!
Break loose
From the struggling flutter
Of an insecure fowl
Soar!
With confidence and preciseness
Of a determined eagle

And at the end of the day
Walk the line
Not the shadow

You'll be surprised
That you have more capabilities
Than you can ever
Imagine
Where Imagination
Is stretched
As far as the horizon.

Walk the line.
Break free.
SOAR.

The Injured "It"

It stared ahead
Eyes bleary
Mind empty
Core bleeding.

They stab
Frustrate, and injure
They steal
Joy, Love and Happiness.

Depression, like a menacing fiend
Sipped in
Melancholy hovered above like a thuderous cloud
They stayed put
They refused to budge
They added weight to
The weightless it.

It refused to move
It refused to float.

It was so bashed up
By words and expectations.

It is not an object.
It is your soul.