My wings have been broken
But they whisper, "She will learn to fly again."
As if a baby blue bird
That fell from its perch
Was nothing more than a trial
As mama bird swoops in
To coo her tribulation.
What if I don't want too?
What if the impact from my fall was so severe
That the patchwork of my feathers
Are beyond mend?
I don't want to sing
Nor do I want to bring light into this world.
Burdensome trials are to quizical
And I want to be left alone
Without its meaning or prose.
Finding reason to hope
Shatters this broken mind
Leaving glass pieces that paint a puzzle
To sharp to chew my thoughts on.
Let me be, rather
A piece of an inconsequential feather
That escaped during mid flight
Swaying with the weightless breeze
As it carresess sweet nothings into my ear.
Let me witness the stillness of your breath
And the sanctuary of your nonbeating heart
Rather than be plucked away
In mid flight of your love,
Again.....
