Broken Bird

[deer of the dawn]

broken bird 9 Oct 2011

I flew too close to the ground
I fell down
can't find my way to the sky
From the bleeding in my eyes
And there's no sound.

Without you, to lift me up
To spread my wings
To listen to me sing
I may never fly again

Let your hand enfold
My dying soul
Let me know someone is there
Someone to care now
That I am too old

Without you, to lift me up
To spread my wings
To listen to me sing
I may never fly again

When this feeble heartbeat ends
When this labored breath is spent
When these crusted eyes are closed forever
The cord is severed, then
the broken bird will arise
soar into forever skies
toward a vision of you
ascend

With you, to lift me up
To spread my wings
to listen to me sing
I will fly again
I will fly again, with you
I'll fly again

[deer of the dawn]

I had forgotten about this poem. I went through a deep depression that year. Makes me thankful that I pulled through and found joy again.

[Linna Heartbooger]

I had forgotten about this poem. I went through a deep depression that year. Makes me thankful that I pulled through and found joy again.

I'm thankful you did too.
I always think of coming up out of a depression like swimming back up from under so many pounds of water to where there's light. and air.

[Cord Hurn]

This poem is very poignant, Deer. Well done.