
With Broken Wings
My wings are broken, that’s okay,
I used to fly, but now I stay.
I once felt free, up in the air,
Now I walk with lots of care.
The storms were tough;
they brought me down,
I lost my joy, I lost my crown.
deep inside, I still feel light,
I know that I will be all right.
I’ll take my time, piece by piece,
I’ll find my strength, I’ll find my peace.
Though my wings are not like before,
I’ll learn to fly and seek for more.
I’ll take a step, then one more,
With all my heart, I’ll start to soar.
Even with wings that are not whole,
I’ll chase my dreams, I’ll reach my goal.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



Comments (1)
This poem is another way of saying One day at a time. Good job.