Shackled feathers

“She was made of glitters.
But glitters that no more shine. She has been trapped in so much darkness that there is no light.” [….click to read the full post]

She was made of glitters.

But glitters that no more shine.

 
She has been trapped in so much darkness that there is no light.
No light to escape enough to reflect and shine.
 
Her spine was made for wings.
But the wings that no more remember how to fly.
For they have been closed and shackled for long.
Long enough that they are numb no matter how much she tried.
 
She had an itch inside her heart;
An itch to feel her feathers, to feel the wind touching against her cheeks.
An itch to swim in the clouds, to smoke the cold mist.
 
She is longing to take flight, and escape the walls that surround her.
But alas! her feet are bound by chains of the anchor,
that is lying inside the deep bed of a tempestuous ocean.
And no one dares to dive in and pull it back.
 
For she is tired she drops down on her knees.
A sob escapes her throat,
 

A teardrop is set free.

XOXO


© Fiona Crystal Nov 26, 2015 | 03:59 PM
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Demons

“New year. Same me. Same dreams. Same demons continue to haunt me.” [….click to read the full post]

The never-ending cycle of being acutely aware of all the demons that make our mind and life their very personal home.
And they chomp off us like parasites.
Bit by bit.

We constantly try to shake ’em off, run away, fight ’em off, ignore and try to do god knows what.
But they are never gone. Not really.

We act like everything is okay.
But in reality, a lot of us are ducks.
Calm on the above.
Yet from the inside, we are viciously paddling our way through life.
Trying to stay afloat.
Scared as fuck!

It is bloody exhausting!
Same BS day in – day out.
Day in. Day out.
Every passing moment.
Every single day.
Every single week.
Every single month.

Some days are —
“STOP THE WORLD. I WANT TO GET OFF” — days.
This is one of those days for not just me,
but a lot of us too.

However, why be ashamed of our struggles?
Why hide? Why not wear it proudly!!
Do you know how fucking hard it is to bear that kind of burden and yet show such perseverance?
Sometimes life is a total fuck up.
And that is okay.

I am tired.
Yet I want to cling on to hope.
At least I am trying.
And so are you.♡

XOXO ♡ 


© Fiona Crystal March 29, 2019 | 10:22 AM
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My Hauntings

“I have the power to turn scars into poetries. To turn tears into ink stains.”

My Hauntings

© Fiona Crystal (Do not copy)
I have the power to turn scars into poetries.
To turn tears into ink stains.
 
Look in my eyes. They will haunt you.
Every drop of pain trapped inside them fighting to escape.
 
Touch my lips. They have so much to say. But no one to listen.
Every word trapped inside them making me insane.
 
No one knows me. Not even those I love.
What I am! but a stranger in my own world.
 

I am just some soul waiting for my time to cease…once and for all.

♡ XOXO 

© Fiona Crystal 📆 Sept 13, 2018  11:28 AM ☽❍☾ 
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