My high....

So much of the heart's tears and the eye's cries
With each popping of the if's, buts and why's
Moments moving like soldiers and horses on the chequered board
The games of thoughts pry, all in the eyes of this huge world
Unfailing is the promise of truth of a lighting kind
But not without the war of denial and retreat of the engaging mind
Shine is not to see with a beam on another
But my own to glow on every other
For the needles have made many sigh
Bow oh Time!  Bowed have I
My wings are ready to see high. 

Flawed

Thought I had a bent heart, only when few words fell on my ears,
Did I see it was rigid.
Open was all I about I spoke
Just to see the puffed up pride glaring into me.
Oh dear one! I swim in a sea of bountiful hearts instilled with you.
Not knowing the rock that I am while being with life
This anguished arrogance that I sway in
And the intense kindness that you are in many
Little is my window open to see your glory.
Know not a thing as I flow by
Yet this beat that is still hitting subtly,
still stupid to not feel
One or none, I just stand flawed in front of you.
Wondering if or when I will make my way through.