Broken wings a gift from the divine,
captive of the inspired mind – I remain confined.
Quiet refusal to wither comes from the interior…
Battles strengthen the armor, save pity for the inferior.
Born to fly but forced to improvise,
No time to criticize – my eyes stay on the prize.
The skies full of the remarkable,
my place is secure among the exceptional.
Then came the understanding,
that my feet have never landed.
Never mimic the path of the Swallow…
The sparrow flies solo,
with strength of a lion – myself is who I follow.
These wings were never broken,
but carefully fashioned with precision.
Flawless for this path I chose,
soaring like an eagle – determined as a rose.
*written for a very special person – you know who you are