my heart explodes with joy
as I flutter my wings
I will never fly as gracefully
or as long as the other birds
but when I am in the air
even for a moment
I feel free
my broken wings lift me up
to where I do not know,
but somewhere etched in my heart
a strange thing happened when I
started singing songs of gratitude
for learning to fly with broken wings
other birds with broken wings
started to gather around me
sharing their experience and hopes
I am free as my heart sings joyfully
my own hopes and dreams
as I share my experience
to help another bird with broken wings
to journey a little closer
to the place etched in their hearts
and somehow I am exactly
where I am supposed to be
flying with broken wings
joe cole's prompt for a poem about freedom. I chose to approach it in the non-literal route.