Flying with battered Wings

We are birds that fly with battered wings.

It is painful, you know, but we want to live.

So we endure the pain. We must fly as long as we have wings.

No matter its conditions,

We must fly. We weren’t meant to have damaged 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 innocence.

Looking for wholeness, some limp, some crawling, 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 birds that fly with battered wings,

It is painful, you know, but we want to live.

So we endure the pain, no matter the conditions.

We must fly to live

©2022 Micheline Jean Louis

ILLUSION : The Price

ILLUSION

I followed after an illusion and found myself in a deluded place. I devoted myself as a bride to a groom that did not exist. I followed a land that had not been sown. Appalled and utterly daze there was no glory to be found. Foolishly like water I poured myself into a broken cistern, which did not have the ability to hold me, releasing my passion out of season, disturb the atmosphere, for there were none to Restraint. “Oh my dearest heed to Wisdom, hearken to my voice, Seeking love recklessly will only lead you to a place where there’s no heartbeat.

©2014 Micheline Jean Louis All Rights Reserved

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