Clipped Wings

Broken wings, mine are Unable to lift off the ground Bruised from the jagged cliffs I’ve fallen upon With fear in my heart I glance upward Wishing to depart From the rough terrain I’ve landed near Clipped wings, mine are Unable to leave this land Numb from the harsh winds I’ve been surrounded by Yet, … More Clipped Wings


Like a scattered puzzle Pieces of my heart Are spread across The vast spaces Of time and innocence From which I do not know Which piece to pick up first Do I begin with the middle Or the edges? Like a church mosaic Pieces of my mind Are lost across The vast uknown Of generations … More Pieces.