Trail of Broken Wings

by Sejal Badani

The unknown is the hardest. Which might explain why we try so hard to rule our worlds. It is the only hope we have to make sense of our lives.

she stares at the woman she is now. Older, bruised in places that no one can ever see, but wiser.

Each stem of the rosebush intertwines with the others, a medley of splendor. Like life, it is exquisiteness intermixed with thorns. A prick if you touch without caution. People often make the mistake of believing the rose’s magnificence is just in the flower, failing to see the whole picture. But the thorn is there to protect, to keep the rose safe.

convinced myself I owed him for loving me. No child should ever feel such a thing. A family should be connected by love and appreciation for what every person brings into the relationship. A unity of hearts and souls, where fear has no place.