Broken Wings

 Broken Wings

I broke my wings again today

All I wanted was to go and play

Instead I'm sitting in the sand

Holding my shattered wings in my hand

I've never broken them before

I'm always careful as I go out the door

I take them everywhere I go

But now they're not there anymore...

I'll carefully put the pieces back together

And glue them inch my inch

One by one

And hope the glue will hold forever

And learn to fly again... after I'm done

I should have learned to use them before I tried

I told myself that it was easy to fly...

Now I sit and hold them as I cry.



*Written in 2006