Literary Coven

   Will I be ever enough?  Skills! They say it matters the most   Don't I have any or is there something that's covering it up?  My insecurities, perplexion and doubts,   That I've been carrying its weight for so long,   A big stage, focused audience and the three people who are especially invited to judge me,   To judge all my mistakes and strengths  Echoed my voice a thousand times.  What if I'm considered an unskilled person?  By all those who didn't even know I existed on this planet until now.  'Just go with the flow   Dive into the sea  Accept your flaws'  Told the beloved ones   But it didn't leave a single tint of acceptance  Acceptance of myself  Acceptance of the way I am  For at the end all I've got is 'me'  Pondered the mind so much   Will I be ever enough?                 ...

 I am that bird  chirping to the tone  of my master all day  humming as if a cheery one;  my wings have forgotten  to stretch and fly  under the blue skies  with friends around   living a life of an  illusionary freedom.   I miss being that bird   chirping to my favorite   tone in line with the rhythm  of moving clouds;  my wings whirl   to the beats of rain  sometimes being drenched  in the drops and sometimes   hiding myself from   the rumble of thunder  with friends around,   loving a life of an  absolute freedom.                                                                                 ...