Where feathers danced, now tender scars remain,
Aching echoes of a sky she used to claim.
The cage, once comforting, now feels confined,
This grounded heart, a restless, yearning kind.
Each tentative step, a wobbly test,
The world a blur, unfamiliar, upside down.
Muscles strain, unused to hold,
This fragile form, once light and bold.
The wind remembers, whispers low,
Of soaring high, of currents to know.
A tentative stretch, a yearning deep,
A single push, a startled leap.
The air embraces, a moment's fright,
A yearning pulls, a fading light.
A clumsy hop, then crashing down,
But then, strong hands, a presence reaching nigh.
Not the cage she feared, but arms that catch and hold,
Warmth and understanding, a story yet untold.
A gentle voice that speaks of strength and time,
That even broken wings can learn a new kind of climb.
YOU ARE READING
Just Keep Going
RandomIt's a mix of poems and short story. It depends on my mood. to help me get my feelings out. They all have a meaning and part of my life experience. A girl who got to comfortable then to aware of the true light of her world.
