Wednesday, August 24, 2011

My Ego Stole My Weakened Wings...

Written for  3 WW

Adapt; verb: Make (something) suitable for a new use or purpose; modify; become adjusted to a new condition; alter (a text) to make it suitable for filming, broadcasting or the stage.

Glide; verb: Move with a smooth continuous motion, typically with little noise; fly through the air with very little movement of the wings; noun: A smooth continuous movement.

Lie; verb: (of a person or animal) be in or assume a horizontal or resting position on a supporting surface; be, remain, or be kept in a specified state; noun: The way, direction, or position in which something lies

My Ego Stole My Weakened Wings...

I was smoothly gliding
A lovely flight that
Winds suddenly turned
Furious and strong
And I remembered the lesson
“Adapt and Lie low;
Let the winds settle”
But my ego hidden
Under my wings
Prevailed and I embarked
Upon a futile flight
Against the winds
As the energies depleted
My ego stole
My weakened wings
And thankfully flew away,
I am now growing
New wings quietly
Under the happy
Care of my inner being
I see my sky turning bluer
As the clouds melt..


“Adapt and lie low”
Words come gliding from skies, fall
Just ahead of me..


  1. I think we were similarly inspired.

  2. this had such a soft ending for such an intense poem, lovely writing!

  3. Rebel with a cause :-), it is better to do different than go with the flow. nice poem. Cheers.

  4. Nice experience!! Better to have tried and failed than not at all!! Makes one rich in experiences!!
    Nice thoughts RS!!

  5. Growing your own your own way is sometimes the only way to fly..Jae