Whispers of the Soul

SA

Wings Torn, But Still I Fly

Once I soared high, where the sunlight would gleam,
On wings spread wide, I chased every dream.
But shadows descended, and storms took their toll,
Torn feathers and anguish, a fracture of soul.

The winds of despair pushed me down to the ground,
Where echoes of silence wrapped tight all around.
With each whispered doubt, my spirit felt small,
My wings, once majestic, now struggled to stall.

Yet within every tear, a glimmer remained,
A flicker of hope, though the journey was strained.
For resilience is rooted in the depths of our pain,
A seed that can blossom when nurtured with rain.

I gathered the fragments, each shard of my flight,
Rewove my torn wings in the soft morning light.
With patience as my guide, I learned how to mend,
Finding strength in the struggle, my heart on the mend.

Through the storms of the past, I discovered my song,
A melody rising, where I truly belong.
Though wings may be tattered, they're still strong enough,
To lift me from shadows, to rise up above.

With each beat of courage, I dance with the sky,
Embracing the scars, I will learn how to fly.
For healing is a journey, not defined by the fall,
But by the power within me to rise through it all.

So here I take flight, with my wings torn but true,
A spirit unbroken, with a heart bold and new.
For though I've been shattered, I refuse to be bound,
In the vastness of freedom, my strength can be found.