Flying with battered Wings

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We are the birds that fly with battered wings

Is painful you know, but we want to live

So we endure the pain, we must fly as long we have wings

No matter its conditions,

We must fly, we weren’t meant to have damage wings

But the hand of evil is everywhere

We are the little girls and the little boys that were

Forgotten by god for a moment

In the jungle filled with beastly things we were left unprotected

We are damaged souls walking on broken glass that once held our beauty and innocent

Looking for wholeness, some limp, some crawl, nevertheless we are moving.

We bear the scars of man’s weakness, the victims of those that lost their humanity,

Yet we find ways to live and for some of us, if we can’t find a way, we create a way.

We suffer in silence among you, in the work place, the classrooms, we sit next to you in the church

And to some we are  wives and husbands, yet you are unaware.

We are the birds that fly with battered wings,

is painful you know, but we want to live

So we endure the pain, no matter the conditions

We must fly to live

Micheline Jean Louis

Picture by becuo.com

Casualty of love

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The night approach

To heart reliefs

The soul freedom to cry

The stabbing pain of love alone.

Memories thorns

So prickly it cuts

Through heart despair

Of love alone.

Sorrows rage

To Scars unhealed

The innocent self

Of Hopeful heart

Often lead to die alone

The Casualty of Love.

 

Poem by Micheline Jean Louis

Painting by Caroline Peacock