Penny for a Poem

Flying

I am flying but with broken wings, a wounded bird that cannot sing.
My heart is heavy, filled with pain, my soul is lost, caught in the rain.
I soar through the endless sky, but I can't escape this feeling of goodbye.
My wings are tattered, torn apart,I long for peace within my heart.
I try to reach for the stars above, but all I feel is the ache of lost love.
I am a bird with broken dreams,a shattered spirit, torn at the seams.
I cry out to the heavens, begging for release, but the pain inside me will not cease.
I am flying but with broken wings, a broken soul that cannot sing.
I long to find my way back home, to heal my wounds and mend my bones.
But until then, I will continue to fly, with broken wings that reach for the sky.
So here I am, a wounded bird, lost in a world that's cruel and absurd.
But I will not give up, I will not fall, I will keep flying, broken wings and all.