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My Broken Wing

Here’s the thing

we’re all born with two wings

some we lose along the way

some stay on and allow you to fly away

what if you lose one or both they say?

you fall into a darkness that’s hard to pray and you try to pull yourself out from the foray some will make it, for you I pray

i lost a wing along the way

the other is broken but it’s okay

it’s holding on with a band aide

with hopes that the light within will not fade

it’s a crazy thing, life’s parade

sometimes it feels like a giant masquerade

where everyone’s floundering or playing a charade

for me, with one broken wing

i try each day to cling to the glimmer of hope and light I pray that i will be alright, okay

some may think i’m weak and bad

but we’re born as we are, and we can’t feel sad we try to fly out from the darkness as best we can so we may be better than how it began

my broken wing, band aided on

you lift me up when i’m not strong

it’s a battle within you see

with a tiny voice who is trying to be free and solace she finds while at the sea

water and sunlight are her nectars of life they help shut out all the strife

her little wing flies as well as she can with hopes that they’ll love her even with her deep pain

which some may say is all in vain little wing, little wing, please shine on

may those she cares for look upon

her struggles and triumphs, her willingness to try even though with one broken wing, it’s hard to fly.

by A.E. Palmer May 14, 2022

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I just wrote this verse today.
It was from a very vivid dream, I had many years ago, about a sentinel, on an ancient wall.
I might revise it again.?
So far, I’m satisfied with it..
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~Warrior~
The warrior stood on the ancient wall brought down through time, and built by her ancestors…
A warrior, a sentinel, she surveyed all the village within the wall, and the countryside..
The wall had seen the days, eons before, a rampart, a fortress to behold..
In the distance, the enemy was advancing..
The warrior let out a clear yet piercing cry,
desperately trying to give word to the village below, that the enemy was approaching..
The warrior wondered for a brief instant about the villagers below, about her loved ones, about her home, about those not directly involved in the fray..
It seemed as though they could not hear her war cries, but they could…
Time seemed to stand still, yet it was fleeting, advancing ever forward. Between the cannon fire and the palleted silence, the cries were heard..
The warrior tried in vain to shore up the wall, as the battle was advancing, still ever progressing. Despite occasional cease fires, it was there..
There are no winners in war, and what remains?
The ravaged wall, the village, the countryside, all ruin, the reverberations of past memories…

TERRIFIED WHISPERS

I am just a whisper, one nobody is willing to hear,

Just a terrified whisper in great need of an ear,

Reluctant words that are too afraid to come out,

A wariness overwhelming me with so much doubt,

I must not believe that voice inside my head,

The one often telling me I’m far better dead,

Better for me, better for all, and that includes you,

I don’t always know where to turn, or what to do,

Where do you go when desperate for a friend?

Right when your death seems easy to portend,

I’ve never known anything darker and more silent,

I’ve never known something so peaceful, yet violent,

I am just a whisper, one so many don’t want to hear,

Just a terrified whisper in great need of an ear…

-brad

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Everyone says you have to learn to love yourself first before you can love other people
But I don’t know how
Society teaches us our ABC’s
But they don’t teach us what it means to say “I love me”
I can say “I love you” to my reflection a million times over
But I don’t I truly believe it
What does it even mean to love oneself?
How do I achieve it?
These questions plague my mind out of desperation
I want to love me
But I don’t know how….
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Little scrapes, cuts, and bruises and burns
Little invisible marks that trace the lines of my mistakes
I feel you curling under my skin
It keeps me awake
Reminding me of all the ways I’ve faltered
And all the pain I can’t seem to heal
I do not forgive her
But I should.