Scars

The bird was laying on the ground, it was breathing, ready to give up

I scooped it up in my hands, it’s wing was broken, it’s leg was cut, the little bird put up no fight

I could imagine how it’s feeling, full of pain from the break, cuts & bruises, soul crying for help

I could see no hope left in its eyes, they are full of despair, it’s spirit broken

I chock back tears, I can feel everything that the sweet bird is feeling, the pain of being alone, a failure, not wanted

I can feel the, trauma & despair of falling , failing at everything in life

It is no bird I am holding, it’s my spirit I hod in my hands, the choice to crush it or give it hope

It is ready to be crushed, already broken from all I have been through

Not today I say, I want to give in, the desire to just let go is so strong

Not today, I pull myself back from the edge, I force myself to take some deep breaths

Not today I repeat, I force myself to feel something else

I can feel the despair ease, I can see a glimmer of hope

I grab on, I force myself towards the light, I stand up

I can do this, I tell myself, you can get through this

I slowly let the hope fill me up, I open my eyes, I am still here

My spirit is slowly healing, there will be a scar, a scar to say I can

To remind me I am still standing.