A writer with a broken pen, stories left untold
In a world of vibrant colors, I felt only cold
My pen is bleeding on the paper
With ink the color of my blood, each stroke, a silent taper
Rejection’s sting, a constant friend, its voice an endless drone
In the echo of my failures, I stood, forlorn, alone
But one dawn, a whisper sweet, called from within the night
“Let go your earthly burdens, take wing, embrace the light.”
I felt a stirring deep inside, a flutter in my chest
As wings of dreams and paper formed, I knew I’d find my rest
I soared beyond the blue, where the sky meets the divine
Higher than the heavens, where the stars in silence shine
Over Egypt’s ancient sands, where the pyramids touch the sky
In temples grand, and castles old, my spirit learned to fly
The sphinxes’ silent gaze, the pharaohs’ eternal sleep
In those hallowed moments, my heart began to weep
I saw that heaven is nothing but illusion
An idea by the people, a hope, I believe life on earth here could be heaven
Sounds far-fetched but who are we, to not at least give it a try?
I gazed upon the world’s expanse, its beauty vast and grand
From verdant hills to desert’s edge, to every far-off land
In the jungles thick with secrets, beneath canopies so wide
I felt the pulse of ancient life, the earth’s own silent guide
In the whispering winds of deserts, where sands endlessly flow
I heard the tales of time itself, in every grain of woe
In flight, I found new stories, in every whispered breeze
In every face, in every place, new worlds brought me to my knees
I danced with pharaohs, dined with kings
Yet I didn’t fit in where the noble sings
Across the globe, new worlds ignited flames
Each sight a story, each breath a new name
In bustling markets, in quiet, sacred shrines
I sketched the souls of cities, in their patterns, lines, and signs
In the frost-kissed peaks of mountains, where silence reigns supreme
I touched the edge of solitude, and let my spirit dream
The northern lights, a symphony, of colors cold and bright
In their ethereal dance, I found a fleeting light
Yet shadows lingered, whispered doubt remained
The wounds of words, like ink, forever stained
Though I ascended, leaving earth behind
A sadness deep within still chained my mind
In the valleys lush with blossoms, where rivers gently flow
I painted scenes of harmony, where hope began to grow
In every dawn’s awakening, in every dusk’s embrace
I sought the essence of my soul, within each sacred place
But even in the beauty, a sorrow’s thread entwined
For every crest of joy I found, a trough of grief aligned
In the artistry of life, in each tale and painted scene
There’s a blend of joy and sorrow, and all that lies between
So I continue on my path, with wings and broken pen
Writing stories of the heavens, till I find my peace again
For in the tapestry of my journey, colors bright and bold
Lies a thread of melancholy, a story yet untold
The world below, a canvas vast, with hues of night and day
In every corner, every shadow, I find my heart’s own sway
With each brushstroke, with each word, I weave a tale so fine
Of earthly woes and heavenly dreams, forever intertwined
In the artistry of life, I find both loss and gain
For even as I soar above, I bear the weight of pain
But in the depths of sorrow, in the heights of endless skies
I seek the truth of existence, where every secret lies
So let my wings of paper and dreams, carry me through the night
In search of endless stories, where darkness meets the light
For though the sadness lingers, a shadow in my flight
In the heart of every artist, hope and despair unite
In my flight, I challenge gods, and all that we believe
For earth itself holds heaven, if only we perceive
Why search for distant paradises, in realms so far and high?
When here below, amidst our tears, true beauty meets the eye
For heaven’s not a place to seek, but something to create
In every act of kindness, in every love-filled state
For in the heart of human hands, lies power to transcend
To craft a heaven here on earth, where every soul can mend
