Worn Wings…

Tired hands grasp for purchase

On a thin unsteady ledge

She pivots with each gale winds blow

Clinging to the edge…

None witness her lone battle

They but see a bird on high

None comprehend she’s lost in grief

Unable now to fly…

Copyright © Murrsma 2015


4 thoughts on “Worn Wings…

  1. You have captured a depth and essence of being I know well, with these words. Things aren’t always as they appear. Thank you for voicing this so eloquently and raising awareness. I wrap you in shawl of love, MW

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