Broken wing

Wounded bird

One winged

You cannot fly
Some think

Why don't you die..
What use are you..
What can you do..

It healed some yes

Still not just right

I see you bird

We fight a broken fight

One winged perhaps
A change to life

Adapt to cope
We do in strife

You never know
My feathered friend
In time we may find
A fix to mend

~A.R.*

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