Look up into the white winter sky.
I am that wild bird
with the broken wing
and a heart filled with survival;
flying endless circles
and never coming home.
When the crazy flapping gets too loud
I will wrap my wings around me
in a gesture of enduring love
and my heart will open
to let survival fly away.
And my mother Earth
will softly slowly rise to meet me
and set me on my feet
where I can remember who I am
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Poem – Marie Fallon