I Can Rebuild Anything, Because ~ ANGELS ~ Never Die.

Every wound, scar I nurtured.
Loved, cared and had them sutured.
A constant reminder of being tortured.
Through actions words and expectations,
I had now grown wings with no limitations.
I will fly…Touch the sky.
I was out of the cage,
I had finally learnt to turn the page!

Building my own wings
One stitch at a time
Not to take me
to the land of my dream
But to escape the pain
my current life brings.

Neither those
long hands of patriarchy
nor those sharp knives
of societal dogmas
could chain her to the “box”
as she was born to fly
for she will mend and mend
and mend with the blaze in eyes.

At the end of the day
the wings came undone,
here I would mend them back
and be ready
for the supernatural chore
for the new day that begins.

She was once an angel long ago,
but lost her wings with each blow.
Time to become herself again.
She’s done lying in the ditch.
Now getting her wings back stitch by stitch.