The Broken Wings

 The Broken Wings

When the fear increase, the expectations crashed inside. Then I found nothing except 

my broken one to fly over the trees. Sometimes I may use my arms to swim and the legs to work, Even the knees to crawl under the bushes. 

I seldom use others when mine is not useful but it takes much time to repair the one again. Only somatic pain can hurt you much. 

When I'm endanger then a few of them do me care. If I suffer, some of them emerge. 

When I'm enlist, everyone try me to deprived. Sympathy is more than the aid. If I try to accommodate in peaceful manner, everyone is not satisfied. But I'm not fear of my foes when my confidence is certain.

There is no valley, no place to stay in.

Even not a refuge except my damaged nest.

I may find the good one not the genuine one. 

I have to heal all my wounds and injury. Gradually decrease but no saying won't be happen again. If I get rejoined my broken one, Then I would like to fly till I find the destination.

©_ Abdu Rahman

(06_05_2021)