Here I sit, whole yet broken.

I once could fly, I once could soar,
I once could reach heights unknown.
I once could do so much more than now but with one wing left, I am hurt; I am alone.

I can breathe, I can see, I can speak, and I can hear, yet I cannot reach the places I once did,
and that is my greatest fear.

The sadness overwhelms me,
my heart breaks from within.
Thus, the color of my robe is red,
and shall never be white again.

But still I live, and try, in every way, to help those who are broken like me,to show love to all that I can.

So here I remain,

with but one broken wing.

Thank you for the beautiful pictures for my poetry…. You make it easy