Broken Wings
Broken wings, Damaged dreams, Shards of desire, Silent screams. Aren’t they beautiful… Those haunting memories, That refuse to fade, Yet teach us how to feel. Because a life untouched by cracks Knows neither depth nor light, And a heart that’s never fractured Never truly learns to fight. What is a dream unbroken, If it’s never been tested by fall? What is a soul untouched by loss, If it has never risen at all? Those silent screams you bury… They echo into strength, Shaping the quiet resilience You discover at length. And those incomplete stories… They aren’t endings in disguise, They are pauses… Where wisdom quietly lies. Maybe broken wings don’t mean You were meant to fall apart, Maybe they were only there To teach flight from the heart. Because some souls aren’t meant For perfect, polished skies… They are meant to burn, To break, To rebuild… And then truly rise…