Flying with battered Wings

broken-angel-teal-wings

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

6 thoughts on “Flying with battered Wings

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s