Flutter of Wings

Our heart is a funny thing,

housing our complex emotions

Beating constantly like the flutter of wings

Like a bird over the vast ocean

Sometimes it feels heavy,

Weighed down by unsaid words,

Sinking like an anchor in the sea

Holding the ship of misery afloat

Other times it feels light,

Like a feather swept up by the wind

Living in its carefree world

And dancing in the open street.

How can something be so contradictory?

It feels like it is at war with itself,

To be sad or angry or happy?

This is the question it faces daily.

~Nayana Nandyal