To watch a Bird die Slowly

by Maple Tree   May 21, 2017

I've watched her for years now,

struggling to fly with broken wings.

They cage her beautiful soul
to keep her safe.

She continues to fly
but her feathers fall
like rain showers in

I refuse to let my Birdy die;
I'll glue her wings back on myself,
If that's what it takes to see her fly once again....


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  • 1 year ago

    by gopi nath

    nice one

  • 1 year ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Beautifully sad with much depth It brought tears to my eyes.

  • 1 year ago

    by ddavidd

    Now you made me cry. I know it is not masculine to cry like that, but who cares, I cry as I please.

    Such a lovely piece!!

  • 1 year ago

    by Pagan Paul

    Have faith in those wings and fly my friend.
    Sad write.

  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard


    I am fully aware of the metaphorical content here and it's heart breaking to read. While your little bird has you, she will have an awful lot to cling to.

    Take care,


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