Tread lightly on my broken wings,
Now pitiful but once were proud (c) Cubby at Reowr
my spirit once was very bright
commanding and illuminate
my wings were just an afterthought
my life-force from the spirit world
floating like a lunar spaceship
meditating on nameless planets
wings were just an ornament
flying force comes from within
heavenly gods fed my passion
nothing ever weighed me down
until the winds from planet earth
spread human greed and malice
my spirit died and crushed my wings
where once were oh so very proud
(c) Cheryl-Lynn ’19/01.06
Written for Cubby’s challenge at Reowr: Broken Wings
I love the intergalactic approach to this poem! Wonderful. 🙂
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My dark mood lately lol looking at society lacking compassion.
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I enjoyed the unique perspective. 🙂
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It is being difficult to have a positive outlook with the orange balloon in the White House. Reading Michele Obama’s new book is a bit of a boost.
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