I am beautiful…
in spite of my broken wing
finding a way
traveling the distance
leaving the cold behind
a thousand miles or more
the journey long
the light
guides me there
the prevailing winds
beneath my wings
take me there
through cool valley’s
between mountain tops
I persevere…
in spite of my broken wing
warding off predators
standing in my way
My life
precious as it is
I make the best of it
my wing…
frail as it is
will fight cold damp rains
falling briskly from the sky
until the time comes
to return home again
I find my way back
doing it all over again
the prevailing winds
beneath my wings
carry me back
the light
always there to guide me
back home
the others were there waiting for me
resting on their chosen soft satiny petals
I chose the most vibrantly colored place to rest
savoring the sweetness and goodness of the nectar
I am a grateful soul
I am beautiful
I am a survivor
In spite of my broken wing
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I dedicate this poem to Dylan. He is 23 years old and one of my son’s best friends.
He has been diagnosed with Lyme Disease. A diagnosis which came too late to be treated and cured.
He struggles with pain and discomfort every day of his life now. I cannot image that in spite of his pain and struggle
he remains positive and strong never giving up hope. I can only guess he is getting his strength and perseverance from
GOD
Please pray for him and all the others afflicted with Lyme Disease.
tranquillplace 