Broken Bird.

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My voice is thin, weak
‘m afraid, today I can’t sing
I limp in the glory
Of yesterday’s fall
And gather my battered wings
around this frailty that’s left of me.

I know
It’s a long road still,
Amidst daunting corridors,
and dark shadowed walls
With blazing windows
Conspiring to keep out the morning sun-

But I will not give in
Because I can’t
There’s a pain within me
That only strain can heal
So i’ll limp on if I must
But there’s no time to mourn
Broken wings don’t make broken birds
I can learn to fly again.

**

© The Short Black Girl, 2015.

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10 thoughts on “Broken Bird.

    1. 🙂 You found me– again! Thanks for stopping by here Doc! With the new revelation I just made about you, i’ll likely feel like a queen everytime you stop by my space. Hehe. Can’t help it.

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