My wings are broken into a thousand pieces.
My voice ran from me.
I want to scream about how much it all hurts but I cannot manage to utter a single meaningful word.
I want to run away from everything but I especially want to run away from me.
I am broken.
I am in a thousand pieces.
A puzzle all over the floor with no picture on a box to help me figure it out.
I am a broken woman depressed and down over it all while everything I need is within my four walls.
Might just be that there is nothing left inside of me.
So very tired of living even more tired of giving.
I want to run but I am a bird not meant to touch the lows of this ground.
I cannot fly with these broken wings.
Will you give to me?
Will you carry me up on your wings?
Will you help mend me?
Where are you my friend?
…now that I need you…
© Anaín Bjorkquist September 19, 2011 ~ All Rights Reserved.