Wingless Bird
I still dream to fly, even with my cancer-clipped wings
Photo by Toni Reed on UnsplashO wingless bird of my arts!
Fallen from the nest,
Take the strength of my words,
Fly in my prose and verse.
O sapless pen of my thoughts!
Dried from the dread,
Nib into my veins and clots,
Inscribe on paper in blood.
O merciless pain of my body!
Let me slowly perish,
Dwell and cherish the vault,
I render you to flourish.
O needless cry of my soul!
Bereft of your audiences,
Rebound, return, and lie
Buried with mute senses.
O pointless compass of my life!
With all magnetism lost,
Who provides you solace –
Mountain, valley or grass?
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https://cascadingemotionseng.blogspot.com/
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