With the cry of a tigress and the beauty of stars,
She fell to Earth from her mother's womb.
Like a bird, she longed to soar-
Like a leaf, she learned to fall.
Her brother was adored; and she was his shadow,
A flicker in the light they reserved for Kings,
Betrayed by her own, yet still-
She dipped her spine in ink and painted wings.
"A woman's hand," they scoffed,
"Was made for holding, not for breaking."
So she raised hers to the sky,
And pulled down lightning for her naming.
They hurled their rocks and built cages around her,
But there exists not a cage, strong enough to hold the storm.
They asked, "Who gave you the right to fly?"
She smirked, "The same God who gave you the Sky."
After years of flight, she was no longer a shadow,
Her brother could have his birthright!
For she claimed something grander than that-
With wings now like an Albatross, she claimed the sky.
She claimed the sky
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- Published: April 8th, 2025 06:36
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments3
Amazing lines woven into this beautiful poem. It has an Eastern feel as if it fell from the Vedas pages. (Her brother was adored; and she was his shadow,) a lovely and historically true image. (But there exists not a cage, strong enough to hold the storm.) A great line that encapsulates the truth but frees the mind. A poem of so many things, courage, determination, strife, overcoming and so is the sky. A fave
Thank you so much for your review. It means a lot..
Yes my piece has some mythological undertones.
A beautiful write, wonderful imagery, story and expression, enjoyed the read
Thank you for reading my poetry, much love
You are very welcome
A very deep insight with carefully chosen lines…takes the reader from different emotions yet powering is the determination…keep writing poet….well done poet
Thank you dear fellow poet..
Means a lot
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