Broken Wing

From an old battered leather bound journal...

When a bird breaks its wing,

It sings.

A song of rescue, a song of regret

never second guessing the distance

between its self and the ground.

Upon its broken wing an answer is found.

As thick as these pages are

these words are going to bleed through.

Staining the pages it proceeds,

you flip back from the end the see

exactly when it broke.

Reliving it all again and again.

You never thought in all your years

you would still be scared, have all these fears.

Never seeing the sun through the clouds.

Paralyzed in your crippled state,

you begin to decide that you’re too tired

to stay awake.

Then you hear the song

of a fallen bird.