Broken
It's a broken off piece of wing
on the ground before me.
It won't fly or ever grow back.
It reminds me that I'm sad.
Grounded as I am in life,
a prisoner of my reality,
I cannot fly, I can not fly,
to escape my trajedy.
Blue sky, green blooms abound,
Colors of warmth and light,
yet I seek and have found
the colors of darkest night.
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