Now I'm sitting high

nearly in the sky

but how does a bird feel who cannot fly?

It's difficult to be me

when I can't even be free

Imagine having these beautiful wings;

but they sewn together with gut.

How helpless does it feel to have hands tied ...hands that have the potential to do so much .

It's like having a cure to a disease that could heal hundreds and thousands of people but you were threatened to keep it a secret .

Why are there solutions to life's problems when we cannot use them .

Are we really living life or are we simply surviving ?

As soon as one storm is cleared and we get the glimpse of the rainbow ...a heavier storm appears . This is not Gods testing , it is not Godsend either . This is simply the price we pay for living on this Earth and that's why I guess they say heaven is our real home . Everything must be sunshine and rainbows in heaven . I hate the life where we constantly have to walk on eggshells . Why can't we just walk on clouds ? Why can't we just stand on pedestals and admire the beautiful view ? Why do we see so much and why does feeling helpless hurt so much ? Why does it feel suffocating to the core to be surrounded by the same four walls everyday? ...almost unbearable . I like to believe that one day we'll break our wings free,set ourselves free. We'll spread our wings wide open and see the beauty that was enclosed for way too long, then we'll fly freely and visit happier places with happier people and live a happier life . We'll choose to take flight because there'll be no need to fight. Sometimes the word tired goes way beyond it's actual meaning . Sometimes tired is something sleep cannot fix . But everything will get better , slowly but surely. It's hard to believe most times but it definitely will . For now keep fighting until you can take flight and never look back , discover the beautiful depths of your sweet soul .