The Bird and the Problem
by missflicker
I see those birds flying free,
Dashing through the winds, enjoying the spree.
Carelessly I wonder, what if their wing got broken?
Would they cling for hope? Or feel forsaken?
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Recall those moments with all pure joy.
You’re all smiles, like a child with a new toy.
Emotions go bright! An impeccable dream!
Those eyes of yours, sparkle and gleam.
Oh yes! It was perfect and subtle,
What if it’d go down and rattle?
Shattered to pieces, broken apart,
Confused, unknowable where to start.
The problem arose, yet you let it be,
Desolated and tormented — a melancholy.
How can you not take a glimpse of hope?
That it can be resolved, rebuilt, and coped.
You see my friends, one mistake then it’s fragmented.
A little flaw, and it’s disoriented.
Was it forgotten? Those moments being seized?
Opposing the wounds to be relieved.
Remember that a bird needs two wings to fly,
Like two people together, they can reach the sky!
It’s easier to fix a broken wing,
Than leave it broken, nothing to cling.
So hand in hand together, we fix the broken wing,
It may be hard at first, but slowly it will be flapping.
It may take time to heal and restore,
Then eventually, you’ll fly high! Continue to soar!
(c) photo from walls-world.com