I
once the Free
once the Wild
once standing tall Above the World
I
Put the chains around my Neck
Descended to the Real
and Broke my Wings
I
Loved
I
Sought the Safety and Warmth of the Loving arms
I
Payed the price with my Soul
I
Lost I
Today I am Puzzled and I keep Asking
Who Am I?
7 comments:
As always silky smooth with a hint of dark expressions that sounds poetic,
you are to be heard ... and your profound screams are not lost in the eternal.
I want to Thank you
for letting me visit back my blogs
and for being nice and kind with supportive words
Thank you, I'm glad you are back
Dear Egyptiana,
you disappeared again, I hope all is well and will see new posts soon.
Dear Anonymous
I am sorry I didn’t reply earlier, honestly I didn’t expect to receive anymore comments from you after the last one in 2020.
I randomly searched my email, and found a notification that dates back to nov2022
Isn’t it crazy that no matter how much time pass, you still come and check on me.
Days, weeks, months, and years, passing like a breeze or like a tornado…. I still occupy that tiny space in your mind, and you still take a moment to check on me.
Since the first time I replied on your comment in 2016, and you never failed to show up like a the sun in a cloudy day to remind me that this part of my life still exist… that I am still that person who can draw with words what is inside the hearts and minds.
Allow me to use this little space to thank you… for reminding me that I still exist… and I am not a shadow of who I was
I am in a bad need to write… to fly away from my days … to create my own world… but I don’t know from where to start… confused and scared,.. and here you are… show up with a flashlight to show me the way… thank you
But don’t you think after so many years of anonymous writing… isn’t it time to know who you really are ?
If you don’t feel comfortable that’s ok … I can understand … but I also wish to know why keep anonymous …
WAITAING for your reply ….
Dear Egyptiana,
it's good to hear that you are still there and still writing,
I'm flattered to be described as breeze, tornado and Sun in a cloudy day, be that as it may perhaps it is an over statement:) but thank you
please don't thank me you are the one to thank for you are gifted with the art of writing that appeals to me, as for who am I?!
there are things in life are best to be left alone and should remain as mystery but who knows may be one of these days the curtain will open and the mystery will be no more.
Dear Anonymous
Mysteries are sweet…
And after all … we are two souls meeting in this virtual space… sharing an interest in the art of writing…
It is quiet liberating to leave our materialistic existence trapped in reality, with all its noise and continuous nonsense… and become a title and words … words that carry feelings…
It is these few moments that we snatch from life to be who we want to be, and not what we have to be
Mysteries are sweet… so lets keep it… and enjoy it… and indulge ourselves in more of my strange ideas
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