Tattered Wings photo and poem © 2013 Natasha Forder |
Tattered Wings
It is with tattered wings I now fly, but once my wings were new
Once upon a time I flew, higher than the moon
Now my torn wings hold me back, keep me close to the earth
My feet on the ground, where tears fall unheard without a sound
I cannot repair these wings, instead I sit and watch my little world go by
Until I lay down my head, my last journey at an end - Goodbye
By Natasha
© 2013 Natasha Forder